Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday

I'm gonna a good cry over nothing but a handful of cigarettes
I'm gonna leave the windows open I feel like getting dressed
I'm gonna think hard leaving, see if the afternoon can tell
I'm gonna let him lie there sleeping then I'm gonna love him

One morning, gonna wake up far from this where my body lies
But is nobody's business, Sunday is nobody's business
Tell all of the neighbors, take all your favors
And look away, Lord, take down your

The ice all are empty, there's nothing here to eat at all
I can't even find a of matches, I left the oven on along all night
My mother's 'cross town, I'm to see her
My grandma's up on the hill
She's drinking sherry with all of the angels, saving a little bit

That morning when I wake up far from this town my body lies
Sunday is business, Sunday is nobody's business
Tell all of the neighbors, take back all the
And look away, Lord, take your eyes

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

I'm gonna buy some flowers at the grocery my last five dollars again
I don't if lonely is coming, I've been practicing

Tonight in this window the moon is gonna
If you wanna give me something, give me
But today, give me no surprise
Don't me no surprise