Luyện nghe bài hát Another Sunday

Sunday, always hard to get to
When weird noises are implying
On cold sheets, I

On any day
all rest and flowers
And a long of nothing
In the morning coffee

when the sun goes down
You close your
And think you might
Wake in the place

I'm out of my
was what they said
was no way
I ever trust again

There's something fills you up
And it feels you up and
It takes control of your sense
There ain't no of things

You for granted
But they and they held me up
And they me up and left
I them

Take me to your
I want to if I belong there
of here
Is religion?

It is
To this affection
But I don't a real friend
And I hate my family

But my bed
My lit by a red light
I have before
While away

I'm out of my
was what they said
was no way
I would ever again

There's something that you up
And it you up and then
It takes control of better sense
There ain't no control of

You take for
But they came and they me up
And they felt me up and left, left, left,

I'm out of my
That was what they
was no way
I ever trust again

There's something that you up
And it feels you up and
It takes control of better sense
There ain't no control of

You take for
But came and they held me up
And felt me up and they left
I them