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 my couth
I said it be Sunday
'Cause ev'rybody's tellin' the
And then again it be Monday
it might be Monday
'Cause ev'rybody's vermouth
She lent her
At the stand
But she gave 'em away for
With an acid joke and a box of
She can see
She her bus at dusk
With off
And up
And for
She has planned a spree
a man who loved so hard
He was a billboard grin
He toasted life and
'Til his head began to
He his cheek
On streets
And he wept his gin

And he came back as himself
thirty-first
Is the very worst time of the
You got to of people
That you like
To share your
Just you're having fun
January one
And you for explanations
To