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 love till

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

night I slept with my boots on again
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 admit
Pack purty punch for such a pretty little dish
And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever love like this

Come Monday morning, I'll be to a fare-thee-well
Cussin' God and America, begging both just to send me off to hell
But the boss man want no excuses
When it time to get on the clock
And without that paycheck, I'd lose the of what sweet love I got

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

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