Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Nights

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

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

Another coat of red
across our town
Work is shallow, are deep
Who would waste two respite?

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause it's Sunday and we've time to burn
morning can wait its turn