Luyện nghe bài hát Country Song

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

I take off
Wait'll you're so
You'll still be someday
But never be sure

You're calling me with the
It's something I've use to
You treat me like a
you wanna throw-up

You me and you trick me
And you don't up
Don't of the queen
If the seats not

I'm sure you'll your tan
When the sun you look old
You're me so what do you need
Isn't why you called?

I know you
I'm such a fabulous
not the point
Just tell me way did you fall

Just like that gone back on my word
I you too much to let you fly with a bird
Coming from an aeroplane crash
off the shivers on your cigarette ash

You're calling me the blues
something I've gotten use to
You too fast
in your mirrors

I'm one the fly
That you'll get it
But the last time
That you your mirrors

I hope for your
The vision is
calling me
So what do you

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