Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Written by Kris
One of the first I ever heard and loved.
I woke up Sunday morning
with no way to hold my
that didn't
and the I had for breakfast wasn't
bad so I had one more for
then I through my closet
for my
and found my cleanest shirt
and I my face
and combed my
and down the stairs
to the day
i'd my brain the night before
with and songs
that I've been
but I lit my and watched a small kid
at a can that he was kickin
then I crossed the street and
the sunday smell
of someone chicken
and it took me back to
that I'd lost
along the way
on the sunday sidewalk
wishing that I was stoned
there's something in a sunday
that makes a body feel
and there's nothing short of
as lonesome as the sound
on the sleeping sidewalk
sunday morning coming
in the I saw a daddy
a laughing little girl
he was
and I beside the Sunday school
and to the song
that they were
then I back for home
and somewhere far
a lonely bell was
and it echoed the canyon like
the dreams of yesterday
on the sunday sidewalk
wishing lord I was stoned
cause something in a sunday
that makes a body alone
and there's short of dying
as lonesome as the sound
on the city sidewalk
sunday morning down