Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Heart

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

I didn't even know 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 to blame
Your life never be the same

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

I track you anymore
Detective work has sure become a
So tell me you did with it
And this shit, give up yourself
they come knockin' at your door

You won't my poor heart again
You won't steal my poor again
When I feel the blade of 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 again