Luyện nghe bài hát Loretta Lynn

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

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

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

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

The first time I it, I must have been five,
that crooked motives mean of lies.
But the warning didn't mean much later in life
we were led to the land of ten-cent wine.

They told us we their heiresses--
a to conjure submissiveness.
so be lame, but great in appearances.
Lame, not great, no different.

And it's not 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 coming from him?

The back of Tootsie's, off of row
with our heads hanging limp dolls.
In the bars, among clothes.
Where yesterday's hunger today's ghosts.

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

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

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

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