Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Driver

Sunday

His left is hanging out the window
His left finger the wheel
His arm is wrapped around his sweetheart
and it's paradise in his love

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

He 's a Sunday, Sunday
He want to get his baby home too soon
a Sunday driver
In the middle of my afternoon

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

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

a growing line of angry cars behind us
like a centipede of single file
But I will not let interrupt his romance
I'll be his angel for awhile

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

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