Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Like Sundays

The thumping head that I get I wake
Is my from the night before.
As I feel like death and my both shake,
I think I can take any more.
the same thing every weekend,
Why it happens I know.
And I see no
Cause is no reason
The reason is I'm low...

Tell me
I don't Sundays.
me why?
I like Sundays.
me why?
I don't Sundays.
I to shoo
out of town.

The morning starts with a to the loo
As I'm quite unwell.
And I look for the pills, well you?
Without them I'd be worse hell.
But just I'm feeling better
nowhere I can go,
And I see no
Cause there is no
The is I'm feeling low...

me why?
I like Sundays.
Tell me
I like Sundays.
Tell me
I don't Sundays.
I to shoo
out of town.

The days get when the kids play rough
And go breaking all toys.
Then the wife mad, and if that's not enough,
The shouting I can't stand the noise.
There's to do but bear it,
Doesn't how I try,
And I see no
Cause is no reason
What do you need to cry?

me why?
I don't Sundays.
Tell me
I don't Sundays.
me why?
I like Sundays.
I to shoo
out of town.