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
that hurt
and the I had for breakfast wasn't
bad so I had one for dessert
I fumbled through my closet
for my
and found my cleanest shirt
and I shaved my
and my hair
and stumbled down the
to the day
i'd my brain the night before
with cigarettes and
I've been pickin'
but I lit my first and a small kid
cussin' at a can he was kickin
then I crossed the street and
caught the smell
of fryin chicken
and it took me back to
that I'd somehow
somewhere the way
on the sunday sidewalk
wishing lord that I was
cause there's something in a
that makes a body alone
and there's nothing short of
half as as the sound
on the city sidewalk
sunday morning down
in the park I saw a
with a laughing girl
he was
and I stopped beside the Sunday
and listened to the
they were singing
then I headed back for
and somewhere far
a bell was ringing
and it thru the canyon like
the disappearing of yesterday
on the sunday morning
lord that I was stoned
cause therels in a sunday
that makes a feel alone
and there's nothing short of
half as as the sound
on the sleeping city
sunday morning coming