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 breakfast bad
So I had one for desert

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

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

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

On the Sunday sidewalk
Wishing that I was stoned
'Cause something in a Sunday
Makes a body alone

And there's sure to dying
That's half as as the sound
On the sleeping sidewalk
And morning coming down

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

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

On the morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was
'Cause there's something in a
Makes a body feel