Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up Sunday
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.
Then I in my closet through my clothes
And my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my and combed my hair
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 first and watched a kid
Playing with a can he was kicking.
Then I across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something I'd lost
Somewhere, along the way.

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

In the I saw a daddy
a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I beside a Sunday school
And listened to the they 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.