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 blue on the black afternoon

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

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

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

gather up, something's wrong
They ask around, no one
Well, have you been where the rivers cross by the water in the
Nothing really on black Sunday afternoons

Sun is like the moon
When you to the sky, holy, holy, holy, holy why
All fades into blue on Sunday afternoons