Luyện nghe bài hát Everyday Is Like Sunday

Trudging slowly wet sand
Back to the where your clothes were stolen
is a coastal town
That they forgot to close

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

on a promenade
Etch on a post
How I dearly wish I was not
In the seaside
That they forgot to

Come, nuclear bomb
is like Sunday
Everyday is and gray

Trudging back pebbles and sand
And a strange lands on your hands
(And on face)

Everyday is Sunday
Win a cheap tray
Share some grease tea me
is silent and gray