Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Written by Kristofferson
One of the first I ever heard and loved.
I woke up Sunday morning
with no way to hold my
that didn't
and the beer I had for wasn't
bad so I had one for dessert
I fumbled through my closet
for my
and found my dirty shirt
and I my face
and combed my
and down the stairs
to the day
i'd smoked my the night before
cigarettes and songs
that I've been
but I lit my and watched a small kid
cussin' at a can he was kickin
then I crossed the street and
the sunday smell
of fryin chicken
and it took me to something
I'd lost somehow
somewhere the way
on the sunday sidewalk
wishing lord I was stoned
cause there's something in a
makes a body feel alone
and there's short of dying
half as lonesome as the
on the sleeping city
sunday morning down
in the park I saw a
with a laughing little
he was
and I beside the Sunday school
and to the song
that they were
I headed back for home
and far away
a lonely bell was
and it echoed thru the canyon
the disappearing of yesterday
on the sunday morning
wishing that I was stoned
cause therels in a sunday
that makes a body feel
and nothing short of dying
half as lonesome as the
on the city sidewalk
morning coming down