Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well I up Sunday morning with 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 stumbled the stair to greed the day
I'd smoke my mind the night with cigarettes and songs I've been a picking
But I lit my first and watched the small kid at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty and caught
The Sunday smell of someone chicken
And it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow along the way
On the Sunday morning wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday a body feel alone
And nothing sure to dying half as lonely as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning down

In the park I saw a daddy with the 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 through the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the morning sidewalk...