Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Sunday

And I watched the surround me
>From inside a phone
And it to astound me
I tried to keep my
I said it be Sunday
ev'rybody's tellin' the truth
And then it might be Monday
Yeah it might be
'Cause drinkin' vermouth
She her hand
At the stand
But she gave 'em away for
With an acid and a box of smoke
She can see
She her bus at dusk
headlights off
And up
And for
She has planned a spree
There's a man who so hard
He was like a billboard
He toasted life and
his head began to spin
He his cheek
On streets
And he wept his gin

And he came back as again
December
Is the worst time of the year
You got to think of
That you like
To your beer
Just you're having fun
It's one
And you wait for
To