Luyện nghe bài hát Stop Thinkin' 'bout That

I like to think the time I met you
Living with people down in new orleans
Mad at your mama cause she'd let you
in no nasty limousine
Later on the with the moon up above
I my heart and confessed my love
Oh lucy, God mercy
I've got to stop thinkin' that

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

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

Don't like to think about the way it
I hate remembering the things that I
I a dream of love so splendid
I wake up in an empty bed
I who'll be loving you next
Some fool be writing bad checks
Oh now lucy, God mercy
got to stop thinkin' 'bout you