Luyện nghe bài hát Small Favors

She puts up my coffee cup
Ringing her dining room
And she don't those Friday nights
she has to drive 'cause I'm unstable

She goes to church I oversleep
I'm not sure what she in me

Thank God for small
Sunday paper and the taste of homemade
Second chances and the healing hands of
God love is blind

Somehow she knows, I her so
I don't always show her
She sees the good in me
But me she has to look closer

Lord, I I owe you one
She thinks I the moon and the sun

Thank God for small
Sunday paper and the taste of homemade
Second chances and the healing hands of
And thank God is blind

Thank God for favors
Sunday paper and the taste of wine
Second chances and the healing hands of
And thank God love is