Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up mornin'
With no way to hold my that didn't hurt
And the I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for

Then I fumbled in my closet my clothes
And found my cleanest shirt
An' I my face and combed my hair
Stumbled the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my the night before
cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my and watched a small kid
Playin' with a can he was kickin'

And I walked across the
An' caught the smell of someone's fried chicken
And it took me back to
That I'd lost somewhere, along the way

On the Sunday morning
I'm wishin', Lord, I was stoned
'Cause something in a Sunday
That makes a feel alone

And there's short of dyin'
as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' sidewalks
And morning coming down

In the park I saw a
a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
And I behind a Sunday school
And listened to the songs that they singin'

I down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely was ringin'
And it echoed through the
Like the disappearing of yesterday

On the morning sidewalk
I'm wishin', Lord, I was stoned
'Cause there's in a Sunday
That a body feel alone

And there's nothin' of dyin'
Half as as the sound
On the sleepin' sidewalks
And morning coming down
On the city sidewalks
And Sunday morning coming