Luyện nghe bài hát Woman Trouble Blues

(coverdale/vandenberg)

The womans was trouble,
She put the on me
I asked her her game was,
She "misery"
I ask no questions,
I did not even
When the angel on my
Said I should walk

You me heaven,
But, you me hell,
Cut me down to the
With your and tell
Nobody listens to a I say,
I'm gonna curse you, woman,
'til my day

I should known better
With a girl you
You shame the
the things you do
I was blind, now I see
A woman be the death of me

I got trouble blues,
trouble blues

You me it was meant to be,
But, all you did was put the on me
You my life a living hell,
And drowned my in the wishing well

I've got woman blues,
trouble blues

There ain't no doubt I'm down

The name was trouble,
She put the on me,
I gave her she wanted
And I got
Now I don't much persuading,
At I'm easily led,
I'm find myself in a prison cell
Thro' the lying she said

stand accused on judgement day,
And pray the hears what I say
All my life I learned,
I played fire and I got burned

trouble blues,
I got woman trouble
trouble blues,
Mean ol' trouble blues