Luyện nghe bài hát A life of Sundays

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

Here we are
Two old
Two old
Just when you them

A devil was standing on my
Somehow I how to defeat him
Since I into you

You taught me love and
And the King of Ireland
Says the same
Wherever you it

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

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

Wayward as a restless
Spanning here to yonder
Most spectacularly

Dream and life
The old day and crumbles and it's

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

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