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 more for
Then I fumbled in my closet to my clothes and found my cleanest shirt
And I washed my face and my hair stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

Well I'd smoked my brain the before
With cigarettes and songs that'd I'd pickin'
But I lit my and watched the small kid cussin' at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty
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 Sunday morning
wishing Lord I was stoned
Cause something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone

And nothing short of dying that passes lonesome as the sound
Of the city sidewalk
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 to the song that they were singin'
Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing of yesterday
On a morning sidewalk..

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