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 I had for breakfast 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 and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to the day.

I'd my mind the night before
With and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a kid
with a can that he was kicking.
Then I across the street
And caught the smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, along the way.

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

In the I saw a daddy
With a laughing girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a school
And to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed 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.
there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body alone.
And there's nothing a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the
Of the sleeping sidewalk
And morning coming down.