Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Sunday

And I watched the surround me
From inside a phone
And it to astound me
I to keep my couth
I it must be sunday
'cause ev'rybody's the truth
And again it might be monday
it might be monday
'cause ev'rybody's vermouth
She lent her
At the kissing
But she 'em away for free
With an acid joke and a box of
She can see
She drives her bus at
headlights off
And up
And for
She has a shopping spree
a man who loved so hard
He was like a grin
He life and beauty
his head began to spin
He pressed his
On streets
And he into his gin

And he came back as himself
thirty-first
Is the worst time of the year
You got to think of
you like enough
To share your
Just when having fun
It's one
And you for explanations
To