Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Day Weekend - With Jimmy Cliff

One, two, three, four, five, six,

Monday's calling you too early when you're asleep
Bells are by your bedside and out in the streets
You say Monday's long enough but this is just the
Tuesday's the same as Monday without the surprising part

Wednesday's point of no
you've squandered all you've earned

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day

This is all I'm about as the days go by
Spend your on holiday and even when I die
There could be but one 'This was not his day'
If it isn't Thursday anymore, it be Friday

I can't wait I maybe
Get off and see my baby

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day

I can't until I maybe
Get off and see my baby

One, two, three, four, five, six, day weekend
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day
One, two, three, four, five, six, day weekend
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