Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Written by Kristofferson
One of the first songs I ever and loved.
I woke up Sunday morning
with no way to hold my
that didn't
and the beer I had for breakfast
bad so I had one for dessert
I fumbled through my closet
for my
and found my dirty shirt
and I shaved my
and combed my
and stumbled the stairs
to the day
i'd smoked my the night before
with cigarettes and
that been pickin'
but I lit my and watched a small kid
at a can that he was kickin
then I the empty 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 something in a sunday
that makes a feel alone
and there's short of dying
half as lonesome as the
on the sleeping sidewalk
sunday morning coming
in the park I saw a
a laughing little girl
he was
and I stopped the Sunday school
and to the song
they were singing
then I back for home
and far away
a lonely was ringing
and it echoed thru the like
the dreams of yesterday
on the sunday sidewalk
wishing lord I was stoned
therels something in a sunday
that makes a body feel
and there's short of dying
half as lonesome as the
on the sleeping city
sunday morning coming