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 when I feel like dressed
I'm gonna think hard about leaving, see if the can tell
I'm gonna let him lie there sleeping then I'm gonna him well

One morning, gonna wake up far from town where my body lies
But Sunday is nobody's 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 empty, there's here to eat at all
I can't find a pack of matches, I left the oven on along all night
My mother's town, I'm going to see her
My grandma's up there on the
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 nobody's business, Sunday is business
Tell all of the neighbors, take all the favors
And away, Lord, take down your eyes

I'm gonna spend it like I got it, it like 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, everything is fixed, when everything is fine
When everything is

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

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