Luyện nghe bài hát Love Like This

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

But mama 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 we'll all get to fighting, just we always do
By Saturday morning, be singing these blues

night I slept with my boots on again
One cut on my forehead one on my
On the hard old floor with nothin' to cover up
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 ever know like this

Come 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 comes to get on the clock
And without that paycheck, I'd lose the rest of what love I got

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

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