Luyện nghe bài hát Love Like This

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

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

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

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

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