Luyện nghe bài hát Another Sunday

Sunday, always to get to sleep
weird noises are implying threats
On sheets, I sweat

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

'Cause the sun goes down
You close eyes
And think you might
Wake in the place

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

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

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

Take me to your
I want to know if I there
Instead of
Is religion?

It is
To want affection
But I have a real friend
And I hate my whole

But my bed
My window's lit by a red
I have before
floating away

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

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

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

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

There's something that you up
And it you up and then
It takes control of your better
There no control of things

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