Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Nights

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

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

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

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

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

Once more unto the breach
Bleary eyed, the of dreams
Always slips out of
dressed in crumpled clothes

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

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

All our will fade away
In hazy and clear 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
Tomorrow can wait its turn