Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Written by Kris
One of the first songs I ever and loved.
well I woke up Sunday
with no way to hold my
didn't hurt
and the beer I had for breakfast
bad so I had one for dessert
then I fumbled through my
for my
and my cleanest dirty shirt
and I my face
and my hair
and stumbled the stairs
to the day
i'd my brain the night before
with and songs
I've been pickin'
but I lit my first and watched a kid
cussin' at a can that he was
then I crossed the empty and
caught the sunday
of someone fryin
and it me back to something
that I'd somehow
somewhere the way
on the morning sidewalk
wishing that I was stoned
cause there's in a sunday
that makes a body alone
and there's nothing of dying
half as as the sound
on the city 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
that they singing
then I headed back for
and far away
a bell was ringing
and it echoed the canyon like
the dreams of yesterday
on the sunday sidewalk
wishing lord that I was
therels something in a sunday
that a body feel alone
and there's nothing of dying
as lonesome as the sound
on the sleeping city
sunday morning coming