Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

I'd smoked my mind the night
With and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and a small kid
Playing a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the
And the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow the way.

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

In the park I saw a
With a little girl that he was swinging.
And I beside a Sunday school
And listened to the they were singing.
I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely was ringing,
And it echoed the canyon
the disappearing dreams of yesterday.