Luyện nghe bài hát On Sunday

You should a walk
But it's the same wherever you go
You wish the ghost was gone
So you make some
But it's talking while you're to go
You're just ringing for fun

You can always make a new to cry
But you don't have to use it on

So why spend your sadness
Save it up for me on
And why is lonely all you
When love is you'll find on Sunday?

You might your heart
But it's awfully fun to have it
Or at least to a bruise
It an art
Though the rules of which are spoken
By the lucky who can choose

So your pain becomes souvenir
And your souvenirs your world

So why spend your sadness
Save it up for me on
And why is lonely all you
When love is what you'll on Sunday?

Why your sadness now?
it up for me on Sunday
And why is all you have
When is what you'll find on Sunday?