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 Sunday afternoon

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

Bad comes 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 tiny hole, almost no at all in here
When you call you can't hear own voice at all

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

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