Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

Then I fumbled in my closet through my
And found my dirty shirt
An' I washed my face and my hair
down the stairs to meet the day

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

And I walked the street
An' the Sunday smell of someone's fried chicken
And it me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somewhere, along the way

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

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

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

I headed the street
And somewhere far a lonely bell was ringin'
And it through the canyons
the disappearing dreams of yesterday

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

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