Luyện nghe bài hát Love Like This

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

But mama she'll 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, like we always do
By Saturday morning, I'll be singing blues

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

Monday morning, I'll be sore to a fare-thee-well
Cussin' God and America, begging them both to send me off to hell
But the man don't want no excuses
When it time to get on the clock
And without that paycheck, I'd lose the rest of sweet love I got

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

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