Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Sunday

She a rolled up twenty out of her pocket
And for my cigarettes
We were at first sight in the 7-Eleven light
She said, "Here, let me it"

And I rode shotgun all that
She drove and never a sound
I asked, if was anything wrong
She said, "Nothing talking 'bout"

It's a blue
Down the
Yeah, a Sunday
with shades of gray

Her backseat could have a hotel
I slept for a thousand
Every now and she'd laugh out loud for no reason
I not to hear

And rolled my up under my head
And my body out
Couldn't be too far in of her daddy's bloodhounds
But I ain't worry now

a blue Sunday
Down the
Yeah, a blue
with shades of gray

A Sunday
We met before
It's a Sunday
When time to leave you go