Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Nights

Sunday nights are surrender
It lasts and we'll never learn
We can still this one to remember
It's Sunday night and we've to burn
morning can wait its turn

Charge glasses, raise a toast
To the memory
To the sleep that we
Another weekend run to

passing coat of red
Painted our town
Work is shallow, cuts are
Who would two days respite?

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

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

more friends unto the breach
Bleary eyed, the of dreams
Always slips out of
Defiance dressed in clothes

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

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

All our days will fade
In hazy nights and mistakes
So here's to us and needs must
Let's raise a for one last boast

'Cause it's Sunday night and we've to burn
Tomorrow can wait its turn