Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Sunday

And I watched the world me
>From a phone booth
And it began to me
I tried to keep my
I said it must be
'Cause ev'rybody's the truth
And then it might be Monday
Yeah it be Monday
'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 shopping
a man who loved so hard
He was like a grin
He toasted life and
'Til his head began to
He his cheek
On streets
And he into his gin

And he back as himself again
thirty-first
Is the worst time of the year
You got to of people
you like enough
To share beer
Just when you're fun
January one
And you for explanations
To