Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

Well, I woke up Sunday
With no way to hold my head didn't hurt.
And the I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet my clothes
And my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and my hair
And stumbled the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the before
With and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my and watched a small kid
Playing with a can he was kicking.
Then I walked the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone chicken.
And Lord, it me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow the way.

On a Sunday sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, I was stoned.
there's something in a Sunday
That a body feel alone.
And there's nothing a' dying
That's half as as the sound
Of the sleeping city
And Sunday morning down.

In the park I saw a
With a little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a school
And listened to the they were singing.
I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a bell was ringing,
And it through the canyon
Like the dreams of yesterday.