Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Written by Kris
One of the first songs I ever and loved.
well I up Sunday morning
with no way to hold my
that hurt
and the I had for breakfast wasn't
bad so I had one more for
then I fumbled through my
for my
and my cleanest dirty shirt
and I shaved my
and combed my
and stumbled the stairs
to the day
i'd smoked my brain the before
with and songs
that been pickin'
but I lit my first and a small kid
cussin' at a can he was kickin
then I the empty street and
caught the smell
of someone chicken
and it me back to something
I'd lost somehow
somewhere the way
on the sunday sidewalk
wishing lord that I was
cause something in a sunday
that makes a body feel
and there's nothing short of
half as as the sound
on the city sidewalk
sunday coming down
in the park I saw a
a laughing little girl
he was
and I stopped the Sunday school
and to the song
that were singing
then I headed back for
and far away
a lonely bell was
and it echoed thru the like
the disappearing dreams of
on the sunday sidewalk
wishing lord I was stoned
therels something in a sunday
that makes a body alone
and nothing short of dying
as lonesome as the sound
on the sleeping city
morning coming down