Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday

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

One morning, gonna wake up far this town where my body lies
But Sunday is nobody's business, Sunday is nobody's
Tell all of the neighbors, take back all your
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 up there 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 where I come from, you have to be careful
Everything is certain, everything is fixed, when everything is fine
When is fine

I'm gonna buy some at the grocery with my last five dollars again
I care if lonely is coming, I've been practicing

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