Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up Sunday
With no way to my head 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 my cleanest dirty shirt
An' I washed my and combed my hair
Stumbled down the to meet the day

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

And I walked across the
An' caught the smell of someone's fried chicken
And it took me to somethin'
I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way

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

And nothin' short of dyin'
Half as as the sound
On the sleepin' city
And morning coming down

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

I headed down the
And somewhere far away a lonely was ringin'
And it echoed the canyons
Like the dreams of yesterday

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

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