Luyện nghe bài hát Thinking of It

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

Another up high on my list
Of promises never
As I walk along cold, wet street
Hoping to Mr.Right, some stupid weirdo

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

of it
Stop of it

I got back home and
But I don't think it was loud enough to bury sadness
'Cause it really doesn't seem to become
Now where's my

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

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

of it
Stop of it

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

But right now I need to
And then I swear to you that I'll be
But up, hang up that stupid phone
And please help me

of it
Stop of it