Luyện nghe bài hát My Poor Old Heart

I've a fool for love, ever since
I was a baby, a rockin' in the cradle
As a rule I was the who
Laid his upfront on the table

my world so many times
Just to see them tear it
Whoa, Lord, have a little bit of
On my poor old

I wonder just how many times a broken can mend
Oh, when I get back on my feet, Lord, I always again
Rubies, furs, lies, goodbyes, they've all some scars
Whoa, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old

Well, I ought to by now
After of these dead and heartache
I can go without going hell
to find a little heaven

Seems to me every woman I
Has down to an art
Oh Lord, have a bit of pity
On my old heart

I wonder just how many times a broken can mend
Oh, when I get back on my feet, Lord, I always again
Rubies, furs, lies, goodbyes, they've all some scars
Whoa, Lord, have a bit of pity on my poor old heart

Well, I said rubies, furs, lies, goodbyes, they've all left some
Whoa, Lord, have a bit of pity on my poor old heart
I said, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old