Luyện nghe bài hát Sundays And Holidays

What do you in the back seat?
Traveling through the yellow state
Am I too slow to turn my thoughts to
To turn to meaning
Am I too to notice smell and sound
To tell dull bright

Let the sad winter moon turn to my future
And the cool dark air cover me in my bed
Where angels, men and
Get to spend Sundays and holidays
Where curtains hide the ugly inside
From the of us

inside the brick walls of divide?
Barred window
Hospital, not a love
Hospital, not a ocean