Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Written by Kristofferson
One of the first I ever heard and loved.
well I woke up morning
with no way to my head
didn't hurt
and the I had for breakfast wasn't
bad so I had one more for
I fumbled through my closet
for my
and found my cleanest dirty
and I my face
and combed my
and down the stairs
to the day
i'd smoked my brain the 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 back to
I'd lost somehow
somewhere the way
on the sunday morning
wishing lord that I was
there's something in a sunday
that makes a feel alone
and nothing short of dying
half as lonesome as the
on the sleeping sidewalk
sunday morning down
in the park I saw a
a laughing little girl
he was
and I stopped beside the school
and listened to the
that they were
then I headed for home
and far away
a lonely bell was
and it thru the canyon like
the dreams of yesterday
on the morning sidewalk
wishing lord that I was
cause therels in a sunday
that makes a body alone
and there's nothing of dying
half as as the sound
on the sleeping city
sunday morning coming