Luyện nghe bài hát A life of Sundays

Hold me, I go under
Hear me, before I
Sharpen sense of wonder
Listen to I've found

Here we are
Two old
Two old
Just when you need

A was standing on my shoes
Somehow I know how to him
Since I tumbled you

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

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

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

Wayward as a wave
Spanning from to yonder
Most saved

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

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

Were these unfolding
Designed and drawn by hands?
Never in a of Sundays
I have seen me here