Luyện nghe bài hát Love Like This

Coming home with a bottle, trying not to break the
This Friday evening traffic's about enough to a man's will
And I can't wait to see you, see how your has gone
And into old No.7 and make love till dawn

But your mama be calling, if she ain't knocking on the door
And it won't take me to remember what I brought that bottle home for
And we'll all get to fighting, just like we do
By Saturday morning, be singing these blues

Last night I slept with my boots on
One cut on my forehead one on my
On the hard old floor with nothin' to cover up
You got me real good, girl, I must
Pack purty mean for such a pretty little dish
And it's a shame to know most folks ever know love like this

Come Monday morning, I'll be sore to a
God and America, begging them both just to send me off to hell
But the boss man want no excuses
it comes time to get on the clock
And that paycheck, I'd lose the rest of what sweet love I got

Last night I slept with my on again
One cut on my forehead one on my
On the hard old floor with nothin' to cover up
You got me good, girl, I must admit
Pack purty mean punch for a pretty little dish
And it's a shame to know most folks don't know love like this

It's a shame to know most folks don't ever know like this