Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up Sunday
With no way to hold my head didn't hurt
And the I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for

I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And found my dirty shirt
An' I washed my face, combed my
An' stumbled the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my brain the before
On cigarettes and songs that I'd been
But I lit my and watched a small kid
Cussin' at a can he was kicking

Then I the empty street
An' caught the smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me to somethin'
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere the way

On the Sunday morning
Wishing, Lord, that I was
'Cause something in a Sunday
Makes a body alone

ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Half as as the sound
On the sleepin' sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin'

In the park I saw a
With a laughin' girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday
Listened to the song were singin'

Then I headed back for
And far away a lonesome bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the
Like the disappearing of yesterday

On the Sunday morning
Wishing, Lord, I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a
Makes a body alone

There ain't nothin' short of
as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city
mornin' comin' down

On the Sunday sidewalk
Wishing, Lord, I was stoned
'Cause something in a Sunday
Makes body feel alone

ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the
On the sleepin' sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin'