Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well I woke up Sunday with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for wasn't bad so I had one more for desert
Then I fumbled in my closet to my clothes and my cleanest dirty shirt
And I my face and combed my hair stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my brain the night before
With cigarettes and that'd I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched the small kid cussin' at a can that he was
I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin'
And it took me back to something that I've lost somewhere along the way

On a Sunday morning
wishing that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday that makes a body alone

And there's nothing short of dying that lonesome as the sound
Of the city sidewalk
on Sunday morning down

In the park I saw a daddy a laughing little girl he was swingin'
And I stopped a Sunday school
And to the song that they were singin'
Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was
And it echoed through the canyons the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On a morning sidewalk..

On a morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday that makes a body feel
And there's nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the
Of the sleeping sidewalk
on Sunday morning coming