Luyện nghe bài hát A life of Sundays

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

we are again
Two old
Two old
Just you need them

A was standing on my shoes
Somehow I how to defeat him
I tumbled into you

You taught me and pain
And the unsung of Ireland
Says the same
Wherever you it

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

It struck me sad and
All that ever stays the is change
And I dreamed, I

Wayward as a restless
Spanning from to yonder
spectacularly saved

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

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

Were unfolding plans
Designed and by mortal hands?
in a life of Sundays
Would I have seen me