Luyện nghe bài hát Goodbye Sunday

Slowly runs the river
And in it I all my dreams
And all the I ever wanted
And watched them heading slowly

For I have learned that such fade
Like photographs and family
And every Monday is Sunday

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

For I am too of the past
But I I am learning at last
That every Monday is Sunday
That every Monday is Sunday

Yes, it's true that I cling to
That I should leave
As if those were the golden
Well, I just hope that you really don't

Slowly the lazy river
For I am too fond of the
But look I'm happy at
And every is goodbye Sunday

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

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