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 beer I had for breakfast bad,
So I had one for dessert.
I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my
And stumbled down the to meet the day.

I'd my mind the night before
With cigarettes and I'd been picking.
But I lit my and watched a small kid
with a can that he was kicking.
Then I across the street
And the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, along the way.

On a Sunday sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a
That a body feel alone.
And nothing short a' dying
half as lonesome as the sound
Of the city sidewalk
And morning coming 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 songs they singing.
I headed down the street,
And far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the
the disappearing dreams of yesterday.