Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Written by Kris
One of the first songs I ever and loved.
I woke up Sunday morning
with no way to my head
that didn't
and the beer I had for wasn't
bad so I had one for dessert
then I through my closet
for my
and found my cleanest dirty
and I my face
and my hair
and stumbled down the
to the day
i'd smoked my brain the before
with cigarettes and
that I've pickin'
but I lit my first and a small kid
at a can that he was kickin
then I crossed the empty and
caught the sunday
of someone fryin
and it took me back to
I'd lost somehow
somewhere the way
on the sunday sidewalk
wishing lord that I was
cause there's something in a
that makes a body feel
and there's short of dying
half as lonesome as the
on the city sidewalk
sunday coming down
in the I saw a daddy
a laughing little girl
he was
and I stopped beside the school
and to the song
that were singing
then I headed back for
and far away
a lonely bell was
and it thru the canyon like
the disappearing dreams of
on the sunday sidewalk
wishing lord I was stoned
cause therels in a sunday
makes a body feel alone
and there's nothing of dying
half as as the sound
on the sleeping city
sunday coming down