Luyện nghe bài hát Stop Thinkin' 'bout That

I like to think about the I met you
Living your people down in new orleans
Mad at your cause she'd never let you
in no nasty limousine
Later on the levee the moon up above
I lost my heart and confessed my
Oh lucy, God mercy
I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout

One summer in a field of wheat
God's lanterns hanging in the sky
Moving on your tiny feet
I knew I had to love you the day I die
They talk about grace
It meant something I saw your face
Oh lucy, God have
I've got to thinkin' 'bout that

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

like to think about the way it ended
I remembering the things that I said
I dream a dream of love so
I wake up hard in an bed
I wonder who'll be loving you
Some fool will be bad checks
Oh now lucy, God mercy
I've got to stop 'bout you