Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Nights

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
morning can wait its turn

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

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

You catch up on sleep
So we are, last chance saloon
The clock and a slow defeat
all be over soon

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause it's Sunday night and time to burn
Tomorrow morning can its turn