Luyện nghe bài hát A Thing Going On

We every single day at the same old place
At the same old time, with the state of mind
Me and her together but we know it forever
We just happy for the time, the weed and the

The in the park, escapades in the dark
We knew how it had to be right from the start
'Cause I got obligations and in the situation
That she came to state so this is our

Holding hands, a smile, a
A kiss and a dance but we take a chance on
Gettin' caught, so we stick to a
'Cause we got another and they wouldn't understand it

Me and Mrs. Jones got a thing on
I wouldn't call it love but it damn sure
It about doin' dirt or living like a flirt
But what they don't don't hurt
Me and Mrs.

Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs.
Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs.

The very first I met her, I saw her from across the room
And instantly we both consumed by the thought
Of she and I being together, so I in her direction
For closer inspection

I intentionally brushed her hand, her skin had a texture
The she gave me was more than I could measure
And right away I knew I had to have her me
If not with me, then maybe to hit me

She got skill and precision in the walk
And the way she talk make my mouth turn to chalk
She give me everything that I don't get at
And it like I'm a man 'cause hers is always gone

Now, me what love got to do with it?
Loc, as we both feel when we kickin' it
Some might say that I'm wrong and I should her alone
But me and Mrs. Jones got a goin' on

Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs.
Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs.

It's been about a year since we've been seeing other
a whole lot more than just part time lovers
'Cause when I got a she do everything she can to solve 'em
But her life is not around how revolving

I'm the Shaka Zulu and she's my
But deep down inside we that we could never be
Any more than what we are, a phone in the car
Bite to eat, with a and a drink at the bar

When all of a sudden right out of the
My got a clue on what we was up to
And wait a minute, damn, from what I
It seems my woman's been talking to her man

Since we both in love the people at home
It looks like, we just gone have to leave it
I got a woman and she's got a man
So how it goes and that's how it is

Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs.
Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, oh

We to meet at the same place, same time
to sit and talk it over, talk it over

Me and Mrs. Jones, Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, Mrs.