Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Driver

Sunday

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

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

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

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

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

There's a growing line of angry 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 Sunday
He don't want to get his baby home too
He's a Sunday, driver
In the middle of my afternoon

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