Luyện nghe bài hát Love Like This

Coming home with a bottle, trying not to break the
This Friday evening traffic's about enough to 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 mama she'll be calling, if she ain't knocking on the door
And it won't me long to remember what I brought that bottle home for
And we'll all get to fighting, just we always do
By Saturday morning, I'll be singing these

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 mean punch for such a pretty little dish
And it's a shame to know folks don't ever know love like this

Come morning, I'll be sore 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
When it comes time to get on the
And without paycheck, I'd lose the rest of what sweet love I got

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

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