Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning In America

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

It's morning, Sunday 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 early morning joggers, quick to pass him by
And the who drop a dollar, dont dare look him in the eye

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

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

Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America

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

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

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

Yeah, morning, Sunday morning in America
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 down their
To this place my home

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

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