Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Rider

Sunday riders, ridin' out the highway
Sunday gliders, up along the skyway
must fly and some must speed
To satisfy the human

Paper dresses, wear them once and away
Plastic flowers, try to them anyway
No matter the future brings
Nothin's like the things

Sunday lovers, sneakin' in places
Under covers, to hide the guilty faces
my wife and take my pay
But don't take my Sunday from me