Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Sunday

And I the world surround me
>From inside a phone
And it began to me
I tried to keep my
I said it be Sunday
'Cause tellin' the truth
And then it might be Monday
Yeah it might be
'Cause ev'rybody's vermouth
She her hand
At the stand
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 a shopping spree
There's a man who loved so
He was a billboard grin
He toasted life and
his head began to spin
He pressed his
On streets
And he into his gin

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