Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Sunday

And I the world surround me
>From inside a booth
And it began to me
I tried to my couth
I it must be Sunday
'Cause ev'rybody's tellin' the
And then it might be Monday
Yeah it be Monday
ev'rybody's drinkin' vermouth
She lent her
At the kissing
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
There's a man who so hard
He was like a grin
He life and beauty
'Til his head began to
He his cheek
On rainwashed
And he wept his gin

And he came back as again
thirty-first
Is the very worst time of the
You got to think of
That you like
To your beer
Just when having fun
January one
And you wait for
To