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 found my cleanest shirt.
I washed my face and combed my hair
And down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd my mind the night before
With cigarettes and I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and a small kid
with a can that he was kicking.
Then I across the street
And caught the smell of someone frying 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 feel alone.
And there's nothing a' dying
That's as lonesome as the sound
Of the city sidewalk
And Sunday coming down.

In the park I saw a
With a laughing little that he was swinging.
And I beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs were singing.
Then I headed the street,
And far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed the canyon
Like the disappearing of yesterday.