Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast bad,
So I had one for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my
And found my cleanest shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my
And stumbled down the to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the night
cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and a small kid
Playing with a can he was kicking.
Then I walked across the
And caught the smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, along the way.

On a Sunday sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a
makes a body feel alone.
And there's short a' dying
That's half as as the sound
Of the city sidewalk
And Sunday coming down.

In the park I saw a
With a laughing little girl he was swinging.
And I stopped a Sunday school
And listened to the songs were singing.
Then I headed the street,
And far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the
Like the dreams of yesterday.

On a morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a
makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the
Of the city sidewalk
And morning coming down.