Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up morning
no way to hold my head that 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 my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my and combed my hair
And down the stairs to meet the day.

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

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

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