Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up Sunday
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

I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And my cleanest dirty shirt
An' I washed my and combed my hair
Stumbled down the stairs to the day

I'd smoked my mind the before
With cigarettes and songs that I'd pickin'
But I lit my first and a small kid
with a can that he was kickin'

And I walked across the
An' caught the Sunday smell of fried chicken
And it took me to somethin'
That I'd lost somewhere, somehow the way

On the Sunday sidewalk
I'm wishin', Lord, that I was
there's something in a Sunday
That makes a feel alone

And nothin' short of dyin'
Half as as the sound
On the sleepin' city
And Sunday coming down

In the I saw a daddy
a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
And I stopped a Sunday school
And listened to the that they were singin'

I headed the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was
And it echoed the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of

On the Sunday sidewalk
I'm wishin', Lord, that I was
'Cause there's in a Sunday
makes a body feel alone

And nothin' short of dyin'
as lonesome as the sound
On the city sidewalks
And Sunday coming down
On the city sidewalks
And Sunday morning down