Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up 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 closet my clothes
And found my dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my
And down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the before
With cigarettes and I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and a small kid
with a can that he was kicking.
Then I across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to 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 nothing short a'
That's half as lonesome as the
Of the sleeping sidewalk
And Sunday morning down.

In the park I saw a
a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a school
And listened to the songs they singing.
I headed down the street,
And somewhere far a lonely bell was ringing,
And it through the canyon
the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, I was stoned.
'Cause there's in a Sunday
That 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.