Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

Well I woke up morning
With no way to my hand, didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast bad
So I had one for dessert

Then I through my closet for my clothes
And found my dirty shirt
And I shaved my and combed my hair
And stumbled the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my brain the night
With cigarettes and the that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and a small kid
Cursin' at a can he was kicking

Then I crossed the street
And caught the Sunday of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me to somethin'
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere the way

On the Sunday sidewalk
Wishing Lord I was stoned
there's something in a Sunday
That makes a feel alone

And nothin' short of dyin'
as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin'

In the park I saw a
With a little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday
And listened to the songs that they singin'

I headed back for home
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was
And it through the canyons
Like the dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday morning
Lord that I was stoned
'Cause something in a Sunday
That a body feel alone

And there's short of dyin'
as lonesome as the sound
On the city sidewalk
mornin' comin' down