Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Written by Kristofferson
One of the first songs I heard and loved.
I woke up Sunday morning
with no way to hold my
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 my cleanest dirty shirt
and I my face
and combed my
and stumbled the stairs
to the day
i'd smoked my the night before
cigarettes and songs
that been pickin'
but I lit my first and watched a kid
at a can that he was kickin
then I the empty street and
caught the sunday
of someone fryin
and it took me to something
that I'd lost
somewhere the way
on the morning sidewalk
wishing lord I was stoned
cause there's something in a
makes a body feel alone
and there's nothing short of
as lonesome as the sound
on the city sidewalk
sunday coming down
in the park I saw a
with a laughing girl
he was
and I stopped beside the school
and listened to the
that were singing
I headed back for home
and far away
a lonely was ringing
and it thru the canyon like
the disappearing dreams of
on the morning sidewalk
lord that I was stoned
cause therels something in a
that makes a feel alone
and there's nothing short of
half as lonesome as the
on the sleeping city
morning coming down