Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well I woke up morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for
Then I fumbled in my closet to my clothes and found my dirty skirt
And I my face and combed my hair stumbled 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
Then I crossed the empty street and
The Sunday smell of someone frying
And it took me back to something that I'd somewhere somehow along the way
On the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday makes a body feel
And there's sure to dying half as lonely as the sound
Of the sleeping sidewalk Sunday morning coming down

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