Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

In the park I see a 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 away a lonely is ringing
And it echoes through the like my disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalk Lord that I was home
Cause there's something bout a Sunday makes a body feel
And there's nothing to dying half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleeping city sidewalk morning coming down

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