Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

Then I fumbled through my closet for my
And found my cleanest shirt
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 songs that I'd been
But I lit my first and watched a kid
Cussin' at a can that he was

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

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

ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Half as as the sound
On the sleepin' city
Sunday mornin' down

In the park I saw a
With a laughin' little who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a school
Listened to the they were singin'

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

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

There ain't nothin' short of
Half as lonesome as the
On the sleepin' city
Sunday mornin' down

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

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