Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning In America

She up her children and she herds em to the car
Drives down to the mega church but cant find a to park
Then she feels a little guilty when she takes His in vain
So she folds her last two and she drops em in the plate

It's Sunday morning, Sunday in America

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

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

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

It's Sunday morning, Sunday in America

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

Some morning, it's Sunday morning in America
Yeah, Sunday morning, Sunday morning in

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

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

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

Smell the and bacon, I hear the church bells ring
Cheerleaders on a 57 inch big screen TV
Theres trucks on a and sailboats on the lake
And a red-head freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday

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