Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Nights

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

your glasses, raise a toast
To the memory
To the sleep we lost
Another run to ground

Another coat of red
Painted across our
is shallow, cuts are deep
Who would waste two days

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

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

Once friends unto the breach
Bleary eyed, the of dreams
slips out of reach
Defiance dressed in clothes

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

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

All our days will away
In hazy nights and mistakes
So to us and needs that must
Let's raise a toast for one last

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