Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

Well I woke up morning
With no way to hold my hand, hurt
And the I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for

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

I'd my brain the night before
With cigarettes and the songs that I'd pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a kid
Cursin' at a can he was kicking

Then I the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of fryin' chicken
And it me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somehow, along the way

On the morning sidewalk
Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a
That makes a body alone

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

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

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

On the Sunday morning
Wishing Lord I was stoned
'Cause there's in a Sunday
makes a body feel alone

And there's short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the
On the city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin'