Luyện nghe bài hát Love Like This

Coming home with a bottle, not to break the seal
This Friday evening traffic's enough to break a man's will
And I can't to see you, see how your week has gone
And tear old No.7 and make love till dawn

But your she'll be calling, if she ain't knocking on the door
And it won't take me long to remember what I that bottle home for
And we'll all get to fighting, just we always do
By Saturday morning, I'll be singing these

Last night I slept with my boots on
One cut on my forehead one on my
On the hard old floor with nothin' to cover up
You got me real good, girl, I admit
Pack purty mean punch for such a pretty dish
And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love this

Come Monday morning, I'll be to a fare-thee-well
Cussin' God and America, begging them just to send me off to hell
But the boss man don't no excuses
When it comes to get on the clock
And without paycheck, I'd lose the rest of what sweet love I got

Last night I slept with my on again
One cut on my forehead one on my
On the hard old with nothin' to cover up with
You got me real good, girl, I must
Pack purty punch for such a pretty little dish
And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know like this

It's a shame to know most folks ever know love like this