Luyện nghe bài hát Love Like This

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

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

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

Monday morning, I'll be sore 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 love I got

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

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