Luyện nghe bài hát Sundays

Sorry that I you all my Sundays
Oblivious and believing everything you said

All the things I never I wanted
Chasing me and me and sleeping in my bed

And Im sorry that I gave you all my
Sundays never gonna be the

I drew my own conclusions
Missing pretty I was waiting for your call

Foolishly by our illusions
The one who fit so perfectly did not at all

So Im sorry I gave you all my Sundays
Sundays gonna be the same

Let you wrap your promises me
Suffocating, choking me in ways I explain

Made you love the things about me
The very things you loved in me are the things you away

So Im sorry that I you in the morning
But mornings never wouldve the same

And Im sorry that I gave you all my
Sundays never be the same