Luyện nghe bài hát A Month Of Sundays

Badman's woman that look in her eye
You stop to as she passes by
Something inside you is the same
outside you is always to blame

Follow her where she lives with some friends
have some good things to add to the blend
The games expanded, invaded the
You're the only one who's forgotten his

saying no, no, no I must be on my way
But it has been a pleasant night
And you go so slow hope ask you to stay
And gives you a fright

Walking outside you to a door
You go inside and you wonder for
At least it's good to be out of the
You turn and the clocks all begin

Just like the winter your memory
Just like the your memory pours
So many pieces to match or to
So many doubts to have in one

You're no, no, no I must be on my way
But it really has a pleasant night
And you go so hope they'll ask you to stay
And indifference gives you a

It's to see how the tables have turned
It's hard to see how the have learned
It's hard to watch the drizzling past
It's hard to watch picking the cast

And it up badly that it never makes sense
You sense that sensation is who's paying the
And she beckons to you with her and lies
She says, "Can't you the price of your paradise"

You're no, no, no I must be on my way
But it has been a pleasant night
And you go so hope they'll ask you to stay
And indifference gives you a

You're saying no, no, no I be on my way
But it really has been a night
And you go so slow hope they'll ask you to
And gives you a fright

You're no, no, no I must be on my way
But it really has been a pleasant
And you go so slow hope they'll ask you to
And indifference gives you a