Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

Well I'd smoked my brain the before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched the kid cussin' at a can that he was kicking
Then I the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of fryin' chicken
And it took me back to something that I've lost somehow somewhere the way

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

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

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

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