Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Driver

Sunday

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

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

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

But I will not blink my
no, I will not honk my
Cause I (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 driver
in the of my Thursday afternoon

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

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

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