Luyện nghe bài hát Country Song

I'm sick of your
And I'm sick of threats
I'm sick of the way you
And I'm of the way you get

Wait'll I off
you're so bored
You'll still be someday
But you'll be sure

You're me with the blues
something I've gotten use to
You me like a meal
That you throw-up

You treat me and you me
And you show up
Don't of the queen
If the seats not

I'm sure you'll keep tan
the sun makes you look old
You're calling me so do you need
Isn't that why you

I you think
I'm a fabulous person
That's not the
Just tell me way did you fall

Just that I've gone back on my word
I love you too to let you fly with a bird
Coming down from an crash
Tapping off the on your cigarette ash

You're me with the blues
It's something gotten use to
You too fast
[Unverified] in mirrors

I'm one the fly
you'll get it together
But when's the time
That you checked mirrors

I hope for sake
The is clearer
calling me
So what do you

that why you called
I know you think I'm such a person
That's not the
Just me which way did you fall