Luyện nghe bài hát Love Like This

Coming home with a bottle, not to break the seal
This Friday evening traffic's about to break a man's 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 mama she'll be calling, if she knocking on the door
And it won't take me long to remember what I that 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 with my boots on
One cut on my one on my chin
On the hard old floor nothin' to cover up with
You got me real good, girl, I admit
Pack purty mean for such a pretty little dish
And a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this

Come Monday morning, I'll be sore to a
Cussin' God and America, begging them both just to 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 the rest of what sweet love I got

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

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