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

It's Sunday morning, Sunday morning in

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

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

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

It's Sunday morning, Sunday morning in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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