Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

I'd my mind the night before
With cigarettes and I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and a small kid
Playing with a can he was kicking.
Then I walked the street
And caught the 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 feel alone.
And nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the
Of the sleeping sidewalk
And morning coming down.

In the I saw a daddy
With a little girl that he was swinging.
And I beside a Sunday school
And to the songs they were singing.
Then I down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely was ringing,
And it echoed the canyon
Like the disappearing of yesterday.

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