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 place to
Then she feels a little guilty when she His name in vain
So she her last two dollars and she drops em in the plate

It's morning, Sunday morning in America

His back is out of kilter sleeping on concrete
And hed like to have some breakfast but hed 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 morning, Sunday morning in America
Sunday morning, Sunday morning in

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

It's Sunday morning, morning in America

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

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

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

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

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

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

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