Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Written by Kristofferson
One of the songs I ever heard and loved.
I woke up Sunday morning
with no way to hold my
that hurt
and the beer I had for wasn't
bad so I had one for dessert
then I fumbled 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 smoked my the night before
with and songs
that I've pickin'
but I lit my first and a small kid
cussin' at a can that he was
then I the empty street and
the sunday smell
of someone chicken
and it me back to something
that I'd lost
along the way
on the sunday sidewalk
wishing lord that I was
there's something in a sunday
that a body feel alone
and there's nothing of dying
half as as the sound
on the sleeping city
morning coming down
in the I saw a daddy
with a little girl
he was
and I stopped beside the school
and listened to the
that they singing
I headed back for home
and far away
a lonely bell was
and it echoed the canyon like
the dreams of yesterday
on the morning sidewalk
wishing that I was stoned
cause therels in a sunday
that makes a feel alone
and there's short of dying
half as as the sound
on the city sidewalk
sunday morning coming