Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

In the park I see a daddy with the laughin' little girl that he's a
And I stop beside a school and listen to the song they're singing
I'm headin' back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell is
And it through the city like my disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning wishing Lord that I was home
Cause there's something bout a Sunday makes a body feel
And there's sure to dying half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming

I smoked so much the night before my mouth feels like an ashtray I've been
Now I light my first and watch a small kid at the can he's been a kicking
I cross the empty street and catch the smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it takes me back to that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
On the morning sidewalk...
On the morning sidewalk...