Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sunday Afternoon

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

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

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

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

They gather up, wrong
ask around, no one knows
Well, have you been where the cross by the water in the moss?
Nothing moves on black Sunday afternoons

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