Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Sunday

And I the world surround me
>From a phone booth
And it to astound me
I tried to my couth
I it must be Sunday
ev'rybody's tellin' the truth
And then again it might be
Yeah it be Monday
'Cause ev'rybody's vermouth
She her hand
At the stand
But she gave 'em for free
With an acid joke and a box of
She can see
She her bus at dusk
With off
And up
And for
She has a shopping spree
There's a man who loved so
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 as himself again
thirty-first
Is the very worst time of the
You got to of people
you like enough
To share your
Just when you're fun
January one
And you for explanations
To