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 breakfast wasn't bad so I had one for desert
I fumbled in my closet to my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I my face and combed my hair stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

Well I'd smoked my brain the before
With cigarettes and that'd 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 smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me to something that I've lost somehow somewhere along the way

On a morning sidewalk
wishing Lord that I was
Cause 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 coming

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

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