Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Nights

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

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

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

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

Sunday nights are slow
It never and we'll never learn
We can still make one to remember
It's Sunday night and we've to burn
Tomorrow morning can its turn

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

played out with a headache
Starting but going slow
we know we have to be here
We have tasted air, we don't have to care

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

All our will fade away
In nights and clear mistakes
So here's to us and that must
raise a toast for one last boast

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