Luyện nghe bài hát A Thing Going On

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

The in the park, escapades in the dark
We knew how it had to be right from the 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 stick to a
we both got another and they wouldn't understand it

Me and Mrs. Jones got a thing on
I wouldn't call it love but it damn strong
It about doin' dirt or living like a flirt
But what they don't know hurt
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 I met her, I saw her from across the room
And instantly we became consumed by the thought
Of she and I being together, so I in her direction
For some inspection

I brushed her hand, her skin had a satin texture
The feeling she gave me was more I could measure
And right away I knew I had to her with me
If not with me, then maybe to hit me

She got pinpoint skill and precision in the
And the way that she talk make my mouth to chalk
She give me everything that I get at home
And it seems like I'm a man 'cause hers is always

Now, tell me what got to do with it?
Loc, as we both feel good we kickin' it
Some might say that I'm wrong and I leave her alone
But me and Mrs. got a thing 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 since we've been seeing each other
a whole lot more than just part time lovers
'Cause when I got a problem she do everything she can to 'em
But her life is not around how revolving

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

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

Since we in love with the people at home
It looks like, we just 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 at the same place, same time
Used to sit and it over, talk it over

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