Luyện nghe bài hát (i've Got To) Stop Thinking 'bout That

I like to about the time I met you
Living with your down in New Orleans
Mad at your mama cause she'd let you
Ride in no limousine
on the levee with the moon up above
I lost my and confessed my love
Oh Lucy, God have
I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout

One summer night in a field of
God's sweet hanging in the sky
Moving on your tiny feet
I knew I had to you till the day I die
They talk about Grace
It meant something I saw your face
Oh Lucy, God mercy
I've got to stop thinkin' that

I think of all the things that I never told you
I I may get to hold you someday
It's my brain like a man possessed
I can't do me no work, I get me no rest
I understand it baby

Don't like to think the way it ended
I hate remembering the things I said
I a dream of love so splendid
I wake up in an empty bed
I who'll be loving you next
fool will be writing bad checks
Oh now Lucy, God mercy
I've got to stop thinkin' you