Luyện nghe bài hát Thinking of It

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

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

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

of it
Stop of it

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

As I search for pennies, I leave a on the table
That no one's gonna read, gone drinking'
am I? What's that 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 it just made me stop

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?
Maybe it would have made me

But now I need to sleep
And then I swear to you that be alright
But give up, hang up that phone
And please help me

of it
Stop of it