Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Afternoon

You were lyin' on the bed readin' Fair.
I was on the floor your fingers in my hair.
A frozen moment that too soon.
Two P.M. on a afternoon.

Waitress dress by day, pen at night.
You buildin' the dream under the California light.
We met in a bar where my sang a tune.
In love by afternoon.

I your warmth on my skin.
Sweet on my lips kept me livin'
You were there time I close my eye.
Hauntin' my soul, every breath

Time slips my fingers, growing old.
'I love you' seemed to make you cold.
strings vibrating out of tune.
We sat in on a Sunday afternoon.

Then he cut through sunshine from the grey.
The had come to take you away.
Your hand slipped mine, your heart was immune.
You were by Sunday afternoon.