Luyện nghe bài hát Everyday Is Like Sunday

Trudging over wet sand
Back to the where your clothes were stolen
This is a town
That they forgot to down

Armageddon, come
Armageddon come
Everyday is like
is silent and gray

Hide on a
Etch on a post
How I dearly wish I was not
In the town
That forgot to bomb

Come, come bomb
Everyday is Sunday
Everyday is and gray

Trudging over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on hands
(And on face)

is like Sunday
Win yourself a cheap
Share grease tea with me
Everyday is silent and