Luyện nghe bài hát Love Like This

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

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

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

Come Monday morning, I'll be to a fare-thee-well
Cussin' God and America, them both just to send me off to hell
But the boss man want no excuses
When it comes time to get on the
And without that paycheck, I'd lose the rest of what sweet 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 up with
You got me real good, girl, I must
Pack purty mean punch for a pretty little dish
And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever love like this

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