Luyện nghe bài hát Minor Character

Saint Christopher Sunday unaware
is what she called it
She arrived was observed with her clothes in his
Looking suitably world

As he away she came to
She sat and she waited he did not
Her was unbroken
She could not let be known

She said shed throw herself off a
He stood and laughed and she walked out
Which was she wrote me in
To her scheme of

She said throw herself off a bridge
She said she never did and I her why
She just and she sighed
And her head away, she did not say

Christopher Sunday otherwise uneventful
Everything never to her scheme of things
She shed throw herself off a bridge
He and laughed and she never did

She telephoned to say
She'd cut her instead
She the walls with her fists
Running red back again