Luyện nghe bài hát Loretta Lynn

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

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

And it's not 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 this coming from

The time I heard it, I must have been five,
crooked motives mean lots of lies.
But the warning didn't mean '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 be lame, but great 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,
coffee and cinnamon.
The price of gin remembering.
How did we not see this from him?

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

Among the 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.

'Cause it's not that we can't 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 coming him?

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