Luyện nghe bài hát Thinking of It

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

Another promise up high on my
Of promises kept
As I walk along this cold, wet
to cross Mr.Right, some stupid weirdo

Cracks my silence, at me
''Hey, little girl, wanna go for a
Another shitty day but I let it
For a it made me stop

of it
Stop of it

I got back and screamed
But I don't think it was enough to bury that sadness
'Cause it really seem to become weaker
Now where's my

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

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

of it
Stop of it

Yeah, I got letter but I threw it out
Would I have better?
Reading two pages full of about how I'm a bitch?
it would have made me stronger

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

of it
Stop of it