Luyện nghe bài hát Country Song

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

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

You're calling me the blues
something I've gotten use to
You treat me like a
you wanna throw-up

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

I'm sure you'll keep tan
When the sun makes you old
You're calling me so do you need
that why you called?

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

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

calling me with the blues
It's I've gotten use to
You drive too
in your mirrors

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

I for your sake
The vision is
calling me
So do you need?

Isn't that why you
I know you think I'm such a fabulous
That's not the
tell me which way did you fall