Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

Then I fumbled in my through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty
An' I washed my and combed my hair
Stumbled the stairs to meet the day

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

And I across 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 Sunday morning
I'm wishin', Lord, that I was
'Cause something in a Sunday
makes a body feel alone

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

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

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

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

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