Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Written by Kristofferson
One of the songs I ever heard and loved.
well I up Sunday morning
with no way to my head
that hurt
and the I had for breakfast wasn't
bad so I had one for dessert
then I fumbled through my
for my
and found my cleanest shirt
and I my face
and my hair
and stumbled down the
to the day
i'd smoked my the night before
cigarettes and songs
that I've been
but I lit my first and watched a kid
at a can that he was kickin
then I the empty street and
caught the smell
of someone fryin
and it took me back to
that I'd lost
somewhere the way
on the sunday morning
wishing lord that I was
cause something in a sunday
that a body feel alone
and nothing short of dying
as lonesome as the sound
on the sleeping sidewalk
sunday morning down
in the park I saw a
a laughing little girl
he was
and I stopped beside the Sunday
and to the song
they were singing
then I headed back for
and far away
a lonely bell was
and it echoed the canyon like
the dreams of yesterday
on the morning sidewalk
wishing lord I was stoned
therels something in a sunday
that makes a body feel
and there's nothing of dying
half as as the sound
on the sleeping city
sunday coming down