Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Nights

Sunday are slow surrender
It never lasts and never learn
We can still this one to remember
Sunday night and we've time to burn
Tomorrow morning can its turn

Charge glasses, raise a toast
To the gained
To the that we lost
Another run to ground

passing coat of red
Painted our town
Work is shallow, are deep
Who would waste two days

You can't catch up on
So here we are, last chance
The ticking and a slow defeat
all be over soon

Sunday nights are slow
It never lasts and we'll never
We can still make this one to
It's Sunday and we've time to burn
morning can wait its turn

Once friends unto the breach
Bleary eyed, the stuff of
Always out of reach
Defiance in crumpled clothes

Protest played out a headache
Starting late but slow
Though we we have to be here
We tasted freer air, we don't have to care

Sunday nights are surrender
It never lasts and never learn
We can still make this one to
It's Sunday and we've time to burn
Tomorrow morning can its turn

All our days will fade
In hazy and clear mistakes
So here's to us and needs that
Let's raise a toast for one boast

it's Sunday night and we've time to burn
Tomorrow morning can wait its