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 beer I had for breakfast bad,
So I had one for dessert.
I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my dirty shirt.
Then I washed my and combed my hair
And stumbled down the to meet the day.

I'd smoked my the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd picking.
But I lit my and watched a small kid
Playing 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 that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow the way.

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

In the park I saw a
a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs were singing.
Then I down the street,
And somewhere far a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the
the disappearing dreams of yesterday.