Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up Sunday
With no way to hold my head that hurt.
And the beer I had for wasn't bad,
So I had one for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet my clothes
And my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my
And stumbled the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the before
With cigarettes and songs I'd picking.
But I lit my and watched a small kid
Playing with a can he was kicking.
Then I across the street
And the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow the way.

On a morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, I was stoned.
'Cause something in a Sunday
That a body feel alone.
And nothing short a' dying
That's as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping sidewalk
And Sunday coming down.

In the I saw a daddy
With a laughing little that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a school
And listened to the songs were singing.
Then I down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely was ringing,
And it through the canyon
Like the dreams of yesterday.