Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Sunday

And I watched the surround me
inside a phone booth
And it to astound me
I to keep my couth
I said it be sunday
ev'rybody's tellin' the truth
And then it might be monday
it might be monday
'cause ev'rybody's vermouth
She her hand
At the stand
But she 'em away for free
With an joke and a box of smoke
She can see
She her bus at dusk
With off
And up
And for
She has planned a spree
a man who loved so hard
He was a billboard grin
He toasted and beauty
'til his head to spin
He pressed his
On streets
And he wept his gin

And he came back as himself
thirty-first
Is the very worst time of the
You got to of people
That you enough
To your beer
when you're having fun
It's one
And you wait for
To