Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

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

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

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

On the morning sidewalk
Lord that 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 city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming

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

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

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