Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

I in my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my
Stumbled down the stair to the day

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

I crossed the street and caught the Sunday
Smell of someone chicken
And it took me to something
That I'd somehow somewhere along the way

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

And nothing sure 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
he was swinging
And I beside the Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were

Then I headed back for
And far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed the canyons
the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the morning sidewalk
Wishing that I was stoned
there's something in a Sunday
Makes a feel alone