Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday

I'm gonna have a good cry over
But a handful of
I'm gonna the windows open
When I feel gettin' dressed
I'm think hard about leavin'
See if the afternoon can
I'm gonna let him lie sleepin'
Then I'm gonna him well

One mornin' wake up
Far from town where my body lies
But Sunday is nobody's
Sunday is nobody's
Tell all of the neighbors. Take back all your
And look away, Lord. Take your eyes

The ice all are empty
nothin' here to eat at all
I can't even find a of matches
I the oven on all night long
My mother's cross town I'm to see her
My grandma's up on the hill
She's sherry with all of the angels
a little but until

That mornin' when I up
Far from this town where my lies
But Sunday is nobody's
is nobody's business
Tell all of the neighbors back all the favors
And look Lord. Take down your eyes

I'm gonna spend it like I got it. it like I want it
like no one loves me at all
Cause in the where I come from, you have to be careful
When is certain. When everything is fixed
When everything is fine. When everything is

I'm buy some flowers at the grocery
With my last dollars again
I care if lonely is comin'
I've practicin'
Tonight in window
The moon is rise
If you give me somethin', give me somethin'
Ah, but today don't me no surprise
give me no surprise