Luyện nghe bài hát She's Just Like That

She likes daisies over
You see her face when I bring em home
She spends her morning talking to Jesus
And at night wine and an old Keith Whitley song
Yeah, she makes me sing
She's just that
just how she is
She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy she's a ball of
She's as rain, on Sunday
And for me, well walk through hell and back
She's like that.
She complain about too much,
But ain't afraid to me when I'm in the wrong.
Puttin' up me ain't always easy,
How that woman it, heaven only knows.
hell, I sure don't.
She's like that
That's how she is
She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy she's a ball of
pure as rain, on Sunday
And for me, well she'd walk through hell and
just like that.
She's like that
just how she is
She's a honeysuckle sweet but boy she's a of fire
She's as rain, on Sunday
And for me, she'd walk through hell and back
just like that.
She's just that.