Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head didn't hurt.
And the I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one for dessert.
I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest shirt.
Then I my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to the day.

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

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

In the I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl he was swinging.
And I stopped a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they singing.
I headed down the street,
And far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed the canyon
Like the disappearing of yesterday.