Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sunday Afternoon

On the black Sunday afternoon sun is pale the moon
you look to the sky, holy, holy why
All fades into on the black Sunday afternoon

No good to walk alone on a bike riding home
When you to the sky, holy, holy why
All fades into blue on the black Sunday

Bad luck or just a car on the right side, hears a call
And sees a blackbird flying low, above her no mistletoe
Nothing really moves on black Sunday

You wake up in a water bed and on the of your head
A lump but a tiny hole, almost no light at all in here
When you you can't hear your own voice at all

They gather up, something's
ask around, no one knows
Well, have you been the rivers cross by the water in the moss?
really moves on black Sunday afternoons

Sun is pale the moon
you look to the sky, holy, holy, holy, holy why
All fades into blue on black afternoons