Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Driver

Sunday

His left is hanging out the window
His left finger the wheel
His right arm is around his sweetheart
and paradise in his love mobile

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

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

But I not blink my headlights
no, I will not my horn
Cause I know (I know) what he's feeling
cause been 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 afternoon

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

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

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