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

I to think about the time I met you
Living with your people in New Orleans
Mad at your mama cause she'd let you
Ride in no limousine
Later on the levee with the moon up
I my heart and confessed my love
Oh Lucy, God mercy
I've got to stop thinkin' that

One summer night in a field of
sweet lanterns hanging in the sky
Moving light on your tiny
I I had to love you till the day I die
They talk about Grace
It meant something when I saw face
Oh Lucy, God have
I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout

I think of all the little things that I told you
I think I may get to hold you
my brain just like a man possessed
I can't do me no work, I can't get me no
I can't it baby

Don't to think about the way it ended
I hate remembering the things I said
I dream a dream of love so
I wake up in an empty bed
I wonder who'll be you next
Some fool be writing bad checks
Oh now Lucy, God have
got to stop thinkin' 'bout you