Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Driver

Sunday

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

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

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

But I will not blink my
no, I will not 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 driver
He don't to get his baby home too soon
a Sunday driver
in the middle of my afternoon

There's a growing line of angry behind us
a centipede of metal single 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 too soon
He's a Sunday, Sunday
In the middle of my Thursday

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