Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Afternoon

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

dress by day, Shakespeare pen at night.
You were the dream under the California light.
We met in a bar my guitar sang a tune.
In by Sunday afternoon.

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

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

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