Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well I woke up morning with no way to hold 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 to my clothes and found 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 caught the Sunday smell of fryin' chicken
And it took me back to something I've lost somehow somewhere along the way

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

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

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

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