Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

I'd smoked my the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd picking.
But I lit my first and watched a kid
Playing a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the
And the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd
Somewhere, somehow the way.

On a Sunday sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, I was stoned.
there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body alone.
And there's nothing short a'
That's half as 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 beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they singing.
Then I headed the street,
And somewhere far away a bell was ringing,
And it echoed the canyon
Like the dreams of yesterday.

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