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 wasn't bad
So I had one for dessert

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

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

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

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

There ain't nothin' short of
as lonesome as the sound
On the city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' down

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

Then I back for home
And somewhere far a lonesome bell was ringin'
And it echoed the canyons
the disappearing dreams of yesterday

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

There ain't short of dyin'
Half as as the sound
On the city sidewalks
mornin' comin' down

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

There ain't short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the
On the city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' down