Luyện nghe bài hát Stop Thinkin' 'bout That

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

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

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

Don't like to think the way it ended
I hate remembering the things I said
I a dream of love so splendid
I up hard in an empty bed
I wonder who'll be you next
Some fool will be writing bad
Oh now lucy, God mercy
I've got to stop 'bout you