Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sunday Afternoon

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

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

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

You wake up in a bed and on the back of your head
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 gather up, something's
ask around, no one knows
Well, have you where the rivers cross by the water in the moss?
Nothing really moves on Sunday afternoons

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