Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

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 cussin' at the can he's a kicking
I cross the empty and catch the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it takes me back to something that I'd lost somewhere along the way
On the morning sidewalk...
On the morning sidewalk...