Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

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

On a Sunday morning
wishing Lord that I was
Cause something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone

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

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

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