Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday

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

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

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

That morning when I wake up far from this town my body lies
Sunday is nobody's business, Sunday is nobody's
all of the neighbors, take back all the favors
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
'Cause in the place where I come from, you have to be
Everything is certain, when everything is fixed, when is fine
When everything is

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

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