Luyện nghe bài hát Stop Thinkin' 'bout That

I like to think the time I met you
Living with your down in new orleans
Mad at your cause she'd never let you
Ride in no nasty
on the levee with the moon up above
I lost my and confessed my love
Oh lucy, God have
I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout

One night in a field of wheat
God's sweet hanging in the sky
light on your tiny feet
I I had to love you till the day I die
They talk amazing grace
It something when I saw your face
Oh lucy, God mercy
I've got to thinkin' 'bout that

I of all the little things that I never told you
I think I may get to hold you
my brain just like a man possessed
I can't do me no work, I get me no rest
I can't it baby

like to think about the way it ended
I hate remembering the things I said
I dream a dream of so splendid
I wake up in an empty bed
I wonder who'll be loving you
Some will be writing bad checks
Oh now lucy, God have
I've got to thinkin' 'bout you