Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

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

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 as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping sidewalk
And morning coming down.

In the I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl he was swinging.
And I stopped a Sunday school
And listened to the they were singing.
I headed 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 in a Sunday
makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a'
That's half as as the sound
Of the sleeping sidewalk
And Sunday coming down.