Luyện nghe bài hát A life of Sundays

Hold me, before I go
Hear me, before I
your sense of wonder
Listen to what I've

Here we are
Two old
Two old
Just you need them

A devil was standing on my
I know how to defeat him
Since I tumbled you

You me love and pain
And the unsung of Ireland
Says the thing
Wherever you it

The whole wide over
The same thing the same old cause
Gotta talk that same thing, I cannot define it
It is the thing and it always was

It me sad and strange
All that ever stays the same is
And I dreamed, I

Wayward as a wave
from here to yonder
Most saved

Dream and entwined
The old day cracks and crumbles and

to be in your company
Funny to be in day
A miracle just to be you
to be going your way

Were these plans
and drawn by mortal hands?
Never in a of Sundays
Would I have me here