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 for dessert

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

I'd smoked my the night before
On cigarettes and that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a kid
Cussin' at a can he was kicking

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

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

There nothin' short of dyin'
as lonesome as the sound
On the city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' down

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

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

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

There ain't nothin' of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the
On the sleepin' sidewalks
mornin' comin' down

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

There ain't nothin' of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the
On the city sidewalks
mornin' comin' down