Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

In the I see a daddy with the laughin' little girl that he's a swinging
And I stop a Sunday school and listen to the song they're singing
I'm headin' back for home and somewhere far a lonely bell is ringing
And it echoes through the city my disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday sidewalk wishing Lord that I was home
Cause there's bout a Sunday makes a body feel alone
And nothing sure to dying half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleeping sidewalk Sunday morning coming down

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