Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Sunday

And I the world surround me
inside a phone booth
And it to astound me
I to keep my couth
I said it be Sunday
'Cause tellin' the truth
And then again it might be
Yeah it might be
'Cause ev'rybody's vermouth
She lent her
At the kissing
But she gave 'em for free
an acid joke and a box of smoke
She can see
She her bus at dusk
headlights off
And up
And for
She has planned a spree
a man who loved so hard
He was like a grin
He life and beauty
'Til his head began to
He his cheek
On streets
And he into his gin

And he came as himself again
December
Is the very time of the year
You got to of people
That you like
To share your
Just you're having fun
It's one
And you for explanations
To