Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up Sunday
With no way to hold my that didn't hurt
And the I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one for desert

I fumbled in my closet for my
And found my dirty shirt
And I my face and combed my hair
Stumbled down the to meet the day

Well, I'd smoke my the night before
With and songs, I'd been a picking
But I lit my first and watched the kid
at a can that he was kicking

Then I crossed the street and the Sunday
Smell of fryin' chicken
And it me back to something
I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way

On the Sunday morning
Lord that I was stoned
'Cause something in a Sunday
a body feel alone

And there's nothing to dying
That's half as lonesome as the
On the sleeping sidewalk
And Sunday morning down

In the park I saw a daddy with, 'The laughin' little
That he was
And I stopped the Sunday school
And listened to the songs were singing

I headed back for home
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was
And it through the canyons
the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday morning
Wishing Lord I was stoned
'Cause there's in a Sunday
a body feel alone