Luyện nghe bài hát Loretta Lynn

I'm not one to on passing news,
yet my gold reflection's in the brew.
Loretta, it's that I met you.
Our one connection, our fools.

Their on the handkerchiefs
where we go side sweeping again.
Our send their condolences,
but are the goons that got us into this?

And not that we can't handle it,
we're just of settling, you and me.

Me and Loretta, Lynn,
coffee and cinnamon.
The price of gin remembering.
How did we not see this from him?

The time I heard it, I must have been five,
that crooked motives mean of lies.
But the warning mean much 'til later in life
When we were led to the of ten-cent wine.

told us we were their heiresses--
a trick to submissiveness.
so we'd be lame, but in appearances.
Lame, not great, no different.

And it's not that we handle it,
we're just of settling, you and me.

Me and Loretta, Lynn,
Black and cinnamon.
The of gin beats remembering.
How did we not see this from him?

The of Tootsie's, off of music row
with our heads hanging limp dolls.
In the bars, evening clothes.
Where yesterday's hunger meets ghosts.

the sinners and the cigarettes--
the kind of crowd you'd him in.
But not angry at all the men, no,
just the we got tangled with.

it's not that we can't handle it,
we're tired of settling, you and me.

Me and Loretta, Lynn.
Black and cinnamon.
The of gin beats remembering.
How did we not see coming from him?

How did we not see coming?
How did we not see coming?
How did we not see this