Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Sunday

And I the world surround me
inside a phone booth
And it to astound me
I tried to keep my
I it must be Sunday
'Cause ev'rybody's tellin' the
And then it might be Monday
Yeah it be Monday
'Cause ev'rybody's vermouth
She lent her
At the stand
But she gave 'em away for
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 shopping
There's a man who loved so
He was like a billboard
He life and beauty
'Til his began to spin
He pressed his
On rainwashed
And he wept his gin

And he came as himself again
thirty-first
Is the very time of the year
You got to of people
you like enough
To share your
Just when you're fun
It's one
And you wait for
To