Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I up Sunday 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 down the stairs to the day

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

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

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

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

In the park I saw a
With a laughin' girl that he was swingin'
And I stopped behind a school
And listened to the songs that were singin'

I headed down the
And somewhere far away a bell was ringin'
And it through the canyons
Like the disappearing of yesterday

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

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