Luyện nghe bài hát Move

Sunday, cold
Home, where I'll stay
I admit it, I've been drifting
Dreaming the hours

Dreamin' of
The gentle
I don't have to prove
All of the

Working, at a job
Burning for a
face it, I'm no go getter
Worthy of a praise

of love
The kind
I don't have to myself
All of the

At the bus stop when the evening
there until the driver calls
Hurry it up now, hurry it up and move,

Magic, it's a shiny
Stealing in the wind
I can't it so I close my eyes
it against my skin

Feeling love
You're a of mine
I don't have to prove
All of the

At the bus stop in the hazy
Come on mister one last lazy
it up now, hurry it up and move, lady