Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

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

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

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

In the I saw a daddy
a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday
And listened to the songs they singing.
Then I down the street,
And far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the
Like the dreams of yesterday.