Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Driver

Sunday

His left elbow is hanging out the
His left finger steerin' the
His right arm is wrapped around his
and it's paradise in his love

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

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

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

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

There's a line of angry cars behind us
like a centipede of metal file
But I not let them interrupt 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

Allen Levi & Billy
Billy Music (BMI)
The Moon Is (ASCAP)