Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Heart

You won't my poor heart again
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 thing again

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

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

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

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