Luyện nghe bài hát Goodbye Sunday

Slowly runs the lazy
And in it I all my dreams
And all the things I wanted
And them heading slowly downstream

For I have that such things fade
Like photographs and family
And Monday is goodbye Sunday

I guess you'd like me to throw
That box of diaries and old
For they do nothing but feed my
But you should know me better

For I am too fond of the
But I think I am learning at
That every Monday is goodbye
That every Monday is goodbye

Yes, true that I cling to things
I should leave behind
As if those were the golden
Well, I hope that you really don't mind

Slowly runs the lazy
For I am too of the past
But I'm happy at last
And every Monday is Sunday

That every Monday is Sunday
And every Monday is Sunday
And every Monday is goodbye
And every is goodbye Sunday

And Monday is goodbye Sunday
And every Monday is Sunday
And every Monday is Sunday