Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well I woke up Sunday morning no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for desert
Then I fumbled in my closet to my and found my cleanest dirty skirt
And I washed my face and combed my hair down the stair to greed the day
I'd smoke my mind the night before with cigarettes and songs I've been a
But I lit my first and watched the small kid at a can that he was kicking
I crossed the empty street and caught
The Sunday smell of frying chicken
And it took me back to something that I'd lost somewhere along the way
On the Sunday sidewalk wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's in a Sunday makes a body feel alone
And there's sure to dying half as lonely as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk Sunday coming down

In the I saw a daddy with the laughing little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the songs they were
Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely was ringing
And it echoed through the canyon like the dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday sidewalk...