Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Sunday

And I watched the surround me
From inside a booth
And it to astound me
I tried to my couth
I it must 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 kissing
But she gave 'em for free
With an joke and a box of smoke
She can see
She drives her bus at
headlights off
And up
And for
She has planned a spree
There's a man who so hard
He was like a grin
He toasted and beauty
his head began 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 think of
That you enough
To share beer
when you're having fun
It's one
And you wait for
To