Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up 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 in my closet through my clothes
And found my dirty shirt
An' I my face and combed my hair
Stumbled down the stairs to the day

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

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

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

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

In the I saw a daddy
With a little girl that he was swingin'
And I behind a Sunday school
And listened to the songs that were singin'

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

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

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