Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't
And the beer I had for wasn't bad
So I had one for dessert

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

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

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

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

There nothin' short of dyin'
Half as as the sound
On the city sidewalks
mornin' comin' down

In the I saw a daddy
a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped a Sunday school
Listened to the they were singin'

I headed 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, I was stoned
'Cause something in a Sunday
Makes a body alone

There ain't nothin' of dyin'
as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city
Sunday mornin' comin'

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

There nothin' short of dyin'
Half as as the sound
On the sleepin' city
Sunday comin' down