Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Sunday

And I the world 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 tellin' the
And again it might be monday
Yeah it be monday
'cause drinkin' vermouth
She lent her
At the stand
But she gave 'em away for
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 billboard
He life and beauty
'til his head began to
He his cheek
On rainwashed
And he wept his gin

And he came back as again
thirty-first
Is the worst time of the year
You got to think of
That you like
To share your
Just you're having fun
january one
And you wait for
To