Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Heart

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

I even know your name or what was your game
But things has sure brought you to fame
I wanna if you stole mine
It was one of a kind and I'm if you're to blame
life will never be the same

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

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

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

You won't steal my poor heart