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 face and my hair
And stumbled the stairs to meet the day.

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

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

In the I saw a daddy
With a little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a school
And listened to the songs they singing.
I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely was ringing,
And it echoed through the
Like the disappearing of yesterday.