Luyện nghe bài hát Bracing for Sunday

Drop my gloves the stove
It's echoed out the
I fell in with those electric lights
That me in the town so late

To nimble, cunning, clever
I reel behind deputized
To scrape the off Christian eyes
A Friday night girl, bracing for to call

I only held one love
Her was Marianne
She having a child by her brother
He died because I him

him through his jelly eye
I won myself this life
Now I thread the needle walks through
A Friday night girl, for Sunday to call

Emptied shifting sheets
rosary holes in my ceiling
Waiting for my purpose to
And reveal to me
But all I hear are subway
Bang against the lanes

I'm a night girl
Bracing for Sunday to
Bracing for Sunday to