Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday

I'm gonna have a cry over nothin'
But a of cigarettes
I'm leave the windows open
When I like gettin' dressed
I'm think hard about leavin'
See if the afternoon can
I'm gonna let him lie there
Then I'm gonna him well

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

The ice trays all are
nothin' here to eat at all
I can't find a pack of matches
I left the oven on all night
My cross town I'm goin' to see her
My grandma's up there on the
She's drinkin' with all of the angels
a little but until

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

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

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