Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Driver

Sunday

His elbow is hanging out the window
His finger steerin' the wheel
His right arm is around his sweetheart
and it's in his love mobile

And I'm stuck here right him
Held hostage by the double yellow
The says 55, he's going thirty
And it's clear that he has no concern for

He 's a Sunday, Sunday
He don't want to get his home too soon
a Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday

But I will not my headlights
no, I not honk my horn
Cause I (I know) just what he's feeling
cause been in that sweet driver's seat before

He 's a Sunday, a Sunday
He don't want to get his baby home too
a Sunday driver
in the of my Thursday afternoon

There's a growing line of angry behind us
like a centipede of metal file
But I will not let them his romance
I'll be his guardian for awhile

He 's a Sunday, a driver
He don't want to get his baby too soon
a Sunday, Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday

Levi & Billy Aerts
Billy Aerts (BMI)
The Moon Is (ASCAP)