Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to 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 washed my face and combed my hair down the stairs to meet the day

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

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

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

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

On a Sunday morning
I'm wishing Lord that I was
Cause there's something in a Sunday that makes a feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city
on Sunday coming down