Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday

I'm gonna a good cry over nothin'
But a of cigarettes
I'm gonna the windows open
When I feel like gettin'
I'm gonna think about leavin'
See if the afternoon can
I'm gonna let him lie there
I'm gonna love him well

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

The ice trays all are
nothin' here to eat at all
I even find a pack of matches
I left the on all night long
My cross town I'm goin' to see her
My grandma's up on the hill
She's drinkin' sherry all of the angels
Savin' a but until

That when I wake up
Far from this town where my body
But is nobody's business
is nobody's business
Tell all of the neighbors Take all the favors
And look away Lord. Take down eyes

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

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