Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast bad so I had one more for desert
Then I fumbled in my closet through my and found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the to meet the day

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

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