Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

Then I in my closet through my clothes
And my cleanest dirty shirt
An' I washed my face and my hair
Stumbled down the to meet the day

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

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

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

And nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the
On the sleepin' sidewalks
And Sunday coming down

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

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

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

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