Luyện nghe bài hát A Thing Goin On

We meet every single day at the same old
At the same old time, with the state of mind
Me and her but we know it ain't forever
We just happy for the time, the weed and the

The walks in the park, escapades in the
We knew how it had to be right the very start
I got obligations and she's in the situation
That she came to state so this is our

Holding hands, a smile, a
A kiss and a but we can't take a chance on
Gettin' caught, so we to a plan
'Cause we both got and they wouldn't understand it

Me and Mrs. Jones got a thing on
I wouldn't call it love but it damn sure
It ain't about doin' dirt or living a flirt
But what they don't know don't
Me and Mrs.

Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs.
Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs.

The very first time I met her, I saw her from the room
And instantly we both became by the thought
Of she and I being together, so I headed in her
For some inspection

I intentionally brushed her hand, her skin had a texture
The she gave me was more than I could measure
And right away I I had to have her with me
If not with me, then just to hit me

She got pinpoint and precision in the walk
And the way that she talk make my mouth turn to
She me everything that I don't get at home
And it like I'm a man 'cause hers is always gone

Now, tell me love got to do with it?
Loc, as we feel good when we kickin' it
Some might say that I'm and I should leave her alone
But me and Mrs. Jones got a goin' on

Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs.
Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs.

It's been about a year we've been seeing each other
a whole lot more than just part time lovers
'Cause when I got a she do everything she can to solve 'em
But her life is not revolved around how

I'm the Shaka Zulu and she's my
But deep down inside we that we could never be
Any than what we are, a phone call in the car
Bite to eat, with a and a drink at the bar

When all of a sudden out of the blue
My lady got a clue on we was up to
And wait a minute, damn, what I understand
It seems that my woman's talking to her man

Since we both in love with the people at
It looks like, we gone have to leave it alone
I got a woman and she's got a man
So that's how it goes and how it is

Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs.
Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, oh

We used to meet at the place, same time
Used to sit and it over, talk it over

Me and Mrs. Jones, Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, Mrs.