Luyện nghe bài hát Small Favors

She puts up with my cup
Ringing her dining room
And she don't mind those Friday
When she has to drive 'cause I'm

She goes to while I oversleep
I'm not what she sees in me

God for small favors
Sunday paper and the taste of wine
chances and the healing hands of time
Thank God is blind

she knows, I love her so
Though I always show her
She only sees the in me
But with me she has to look

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

God for small favors
Sunday and the taste of homemade wine
chances and the healing hands of time
And God love is blind

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