Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Driver

Sunday

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

And I'm here right behind him
Held by the double yellow line
The sign 55, he's going thirty
And clear that he has no concern for time

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

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

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

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

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

Allen Levi & Aerts
Billy Aerts (BMI)
The Is Round (ASCAP)