Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Heart

You won't steal my poor heart
You won't steal my poor again
You won't steal my recorder
I'll the Lord and He'll put you in the pen
You steal that thing again

I didn't know your name or what was your game
But stealin' things has brought you to fame
I wanna know if you stole
It was one of a kind and I'm sayin' if you're to
Your will never be the same

You won't steal my heart again
You won't steal my poor heart
You steal my tape recorder
I'll the Lord and He'll put you in the pen
You steal that thing again

I can't you anymore
Detective work has become a bore
So tell me you did with it
And stop this shit, give up
Before they come at your door

You steal my poor heart again
You steal my poor heart again
When I feel the blade of that cupid
I'll the Lord and He'll put you in the pen
You won't steal that again

You steal my poor heart again