Luyện nghe bài hát Bracing for Sunday

Drop my gloves the stove
echoed out the grave
I fell in love those electric lights
drug me in the town so late

To nimble, cunning, clever
I behind them deputized
To scrape the lens off Christian
A Friday night girl, for Sunday to call

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

Shot him his jelly eye
I won myself this wicked
Now I the needle walks through mine
A Friday night girl, bracing for Sunday to

Emptied onto sheets
Staring holes in my ceiling
Waiting for my purpose to
And reveal to me
But all I hear are trains
Bang against the lanes

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