Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up Sunday
With no way to hold my that didn't hurt.
And the I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my
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 the night before
With and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a kid
Playing with a can he was kicking.
Then I walked across the
And the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow the way.

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

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

On a morning 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 Sunday morning down.