Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up morning
no way to hold 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 my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I my face and combed my hair
And stumbled the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the night
With and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my and watched a small kid
with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the
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 morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, I was stoned.
'Cause something in a Sunday
That a body feel alone.
And nothing short a' dying
half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city
And Sunday coming down.

In the I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday
And listened to the songs were singing.
Then I headed the street,
And somewhere far away a bell was ringing,
And it echoed the canyon
Like the disappearing of yesterday.

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