Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning In America

She dresses up her and she herds em to the car
Drives down to the mega church but cant a place to park
she feels a little guilty when she takes His name in vain
So she folds her last two dollars and she em in the plate

It's Sunday morning, morning in America

His back is out of kilter from on concrete
And hed like to have some but hed trade it for a drink
Those morning joggers, theyre quick to pass him by
And the ones who a dollar, dont dare look him in the eye

Another Sunday morning, morning in America
morning, Sunday morning in America

Smell the eggs and bacon, I hear the church bells
Cheerleaders on a big screen TV
Winnebagos and boats on the lake
And a red-head freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday

It's Sunday morning, Sunday morning in

Hes hunkered in a bunker a rifle in his hand
Layin his on the line, every inch of sand
But hes dreaming about freedom that hes been fighting for
And the that will wrap around him
When he comes walking through door

Some Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America
Yeah, Sunday morning, Sunday morning in

Smell the eggs and bacon, I hear the bells ring
Cheerleaders shaking on a big TV
Theres and boats on the lake
And a freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday cake

Yeah, morning, Sunday morning in America
Sunday morning, Sunday in America

Well, I know it aint
Ya, theres a lot of things wrong in
But I thank God for those who lay down their
To make this my home

Smell the eggs and bacon, I the church bells ring
Cheerleaders shaking on a 57 big screen TV
Theres trucks on a highway and on the lake
And a red-head freckled face blows out the on his birthday cake

It's morning, yeah, Sunday morning in America
It's Sunday morning, beautiful Sunday morning in
Oh, Sunday morning, Sunday in America, in America