Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up Sunday
With no way to my head that 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 dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my
And stumbled down the to meet the day.

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

On a Sunday sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, I was stoned.
'Cause there's in a Sunday
That makes a body alone.
And there's nothing short a'
That's as lonesome as the sound
Of the city sidewalk
And Sunday morning down.

In the park I saw a
With a laughing little that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday
And listened to the songs were singing.
I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the
the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

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 morning down.