Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Written by Kris
One of the songs I ever heard and loved.
well I woke up morning
with no way to my head
that didn't
and the I had for breakfast wasn't
bad so I had one for dessert
then I through my closet
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 brain the before
with cigarettes and
that I've pickin'
but I lit my first and a small kid
cussin' at a can he was kickin
I crossed the empty street and
caught the 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 nothing short of dying
as lonesome as the sound
on the sleeping city
sunday coming down
in the I saw a daddy
with a laughing girl
he was
and I beside the Sunday school
and to the song
they were singing
then I headed back for
and somewhere far
a bell was ringing
and it echoed thru the canyon
the dreams of yesterday
on the sunday sidewalk
wishing lord I was stoned
cause something in a sunday
that makes a feel alone
and there's short of dying
as lonesome as the sound
on the sleeping city
sunday morning down