Luyện nghe bài hát Another Sunday

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

On any day
It's all rest and
And a night of nothing
In the some coffee

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

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

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

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

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

It is
To this affection
But I have a real friend
And I hate my family

But my bed
My lit by a red light
I seen before
While floating

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

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

You for granted
But they and they held me up
And they me up and left, left, left, left

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 control of your better sense
There ain't no of things

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