Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

Then I in my closet through 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
With cigarettes and songs that I'd been
But I lit my first and 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 somewhere, somehow along the way

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

And nothin' short of dyin'
Half as as the sound
On the sleepin' sidewalks
And Sunday morning coming

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

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

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

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