Luyện nghe bài hát Season of Illusions

Obliterate the Sunday you've been all week
Obliterate the Sunday, he's a pleasure you can
I thought you'd let me speak today but Esperanto's out of
It's just another Sunday, now of the Pops' is dead

And if the morning you down
And then the lets you down
Obliterate the Sunday's fair

Obliterate the Sunday, just keep your phone
Supposing wrong intentions won't make it easier to
A season of illusions, a pocket of doubts
A night of fading stars and a of clouds

Obliterate the Sunday, the glass is out of
The heat was low, relief you'll find a palm tree in sleep

You're hiding for dodging the seas
You the day scheming, you're a Houdini
Train has pulled out, light has in
A chance of escape right up the street

Obliterate the Sunday you've cherishing all week
the Sunday, he's a pleasure you can keep
Season of illusions, full of doubts
A night of fading stars and a of clouds

If the gets you down
And then the lets you down
the Sunday's fair play

Hiding for dodging the seas
You spent the day scheming, you're a
Train has pulled out, has pulled in
A chance of come right up the street

for months dodging the seas
You the day scheming, you're a Houdini
Train has pulled out, has pulled in
A chance of come right up the street

Hiding for months dodging the
You spent the day scheming, you're a
Train has out, light has pulled in
A chance of escape come right up the