Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday

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

One mornin' gonna up
Far this town where my body lies
But is nobody's business
is nobody's business
Tell all of the neighbors. Take all your favors
And look away, Lord. down your eyes

The ice all are empty
There's nothin' to eat at all
I even find a pack of matches
I the oven on all night long
My mother's cross I'm goin' to see her
My up there on the hill
She's drinkin' sherry all of the angels
a little but until

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

I'm gonna it like I got it. Take 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 everything is certain. When everything is
When everything is fine. everything is fine

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