Luyện nghe bài hát Minor Character

Saint Sunday otherwise unaware
is what she called it
She arrived was observed her clothes in his suitcase
Looking world weary

As he drove she came to
She sat and she he did not telephone
Her heart was
She not let this be known

She said shed throw herself off a
He and laughed and she walked out again
was when 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 turned her away, she did not say

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

She to say that
She'd cut her wrists
She beat the walls her fists
red running back again