Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning In America

She up her children and she herds em to the car
down to the mega church but cant find a place to park
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 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
early 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
Sunday morning, morning in America

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

It's morning, Sunday morning in America

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

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

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

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

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

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

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