Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Heart

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

I even know your name or what was your game
But stealin' things has brought you to fame
I wanna if you stole mine
It was one of a kind and I'm sayin' if to blame
Your life will be the same

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

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

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

You won't my poor heart again