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 Sunday school and listen to the song singing
I'm headin' back for home and somewhere far away a lonely is ringing
And it echoes through the city like my dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday sidewalk wishing Lord that I was home
Cause there's something bout a Sunday makes a feel alone
And there's nothing sure to dying half as as the sound
On a city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down

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