Luyện nghe bài hát Love Like This

Coming with a bottle, trying not to break the seal
This Friday 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 your mama she'll be calling, if she ain't knocking on the
And it won't take me long to remember what I brought 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 slept 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 good, girl, I must admit
purty mean punch for such a pretty little dish
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 boss man don't no excuses
When it time to get on the clock
And without that paycheck, I'd lose the rest of what sweet I got

Last night I slept 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
purty mean punch for such a pretty little dish
And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever love like this

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