Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Nights

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

Charge your glasses, a toast
To the gained
To the sleep we lost
Another weekend run to

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

You catch up on sleep
So here we are, chance saloon
The clock and a slow defeat
It'll all be soon

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

Once more friends unto the
eyed, the stuff of dreams
Always out of reach
Defiance in crumpled clothes

Protest out with a headache
Starting late but slow
we know we have 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 time to burn
Tomorrow morning can its turn

All our days will away
In hazy nights and clear
So here's to us and that must
raise a toast for one last boast

'Cause it's Sunday night and we've to burn
Tomorrow can wait its turn