Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well I woke up Sunday with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for wasn't bad so I had one more for desert
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes and found my cleanest shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my and stumbled down the stair to meet the day

I'd smoke my mind the night before with cigarettes and songs that I'd been
But I lit my first and watched the small kid playing the can that he was kicking
Then I walked across the street and the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
Lord it took me back to something that I'd lost somewhere along the way

On the morning sidewalk I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday that a body feel alone
And there's nothin' sure to dying that's half as as the sound
Of the city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down
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In the park I saw a daddy with the little girl that he was swinging
And I beside a Sunday school and listened to the songs they were singing
Then I headed down the street and somewhere far away a bell was ringing
And it echoed through the like the disappearing dream of yesterday
On the morning sidewalk...