Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

Then I fumbled in my closet my clothes
And my cleanest dirty shirt
An' I my face and combed my hair
Stumbled the stairs to meet the day

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

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

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' short of
as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city
And Sunday morning down

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

I headed down the
And somewhere far a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the
Like the disappearing dreams of

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

And there's short of dyin'
as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city
And Sunday morning down
On the sleepin' city
And morning coming down