Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Driver

Sunday

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

And I'm here right behind him
hostage by the double 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 don't want to get his baby home too
He's a driver
In the of my Thursday afternoon

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

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

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

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

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