Luyện nghe bài hát Thinking of It

Feel the way I feel, a taste of what's
You'd wish you fly away
It always seems to the sweet ol' kiss of nicotine
Sunday, I'll quit

Another promise up on my list
Of promises kept
As I walk along cold, wet street
Hoping to cross Mr.Right, some stupid

Cracks my silence, at me
''Hey, girl, wanna go for a ride?''
shitty day but I let it slide
For a moment it made me

of it
Stop of it

I got back home and
But I don't think it was loud enough to bury that
'Cause it doesn't seem to become weaker
Now my pride?

As I search for pennies, I a note on the table
no one's gonna read, 'Just gone drinking'
Where am I? What's place? How did I get there?
Excuse me sir, but what is name?

A few more reasons to blame
As if I haven't got it all out
I'm so but not that sorry
'Cause for a moment it just made me

of it
Stop of it

Yeah, I got your but I threw it out
Would I have felt
Reading two full of shit about how I'm a bitch?
Maybe it would have me stronger

But now I need to sleep
And then I to you that I'll be alright
But give up, hang up stupid phone
And please me stop

of it
Stop of it