Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up morning
With no way to my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast bad,
So I had one for dessert.
Then I in my closet through my clothes
And found my dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my
And stumbled down the stairs to 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 a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked the street
And caught the Sunday 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.
there's something in a Sunday
That a body feel alone.
And nothing short a' dying
That's half as as the sound
Of the sleeping sidewalk
And morning coming down.

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