Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up morning
With no way to hold my head that hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast bad
So I had one for desert

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

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

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

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

And nothing sure to dying
That's as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city
And Sunday coming down

In the park I saw a daddy with, 'The laughin' girl'
That he was
And I beside the Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were

Then I back for home
And somewhere far away a lonely was ringing
And it through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of

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