Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I up Sunday morning
With no way to my head 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 cleanest dirty
And I shaved my face and my hair
Stumbled down the stair to the day

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

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

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

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

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

I headed back for home
And far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the
Like the disappearing of yesterday

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