Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

Then I fumbled in my closet my clothes
And my cleanest dirty shirt
An' I washed my face and my hair
Stumbled down the stairs to the day

I'd smoked my the night before
With cigarettes and songs that I'd been
But I lit my and watched a small kid
Playin' with a can that he was

And I walked the street
An' caught the Sunday smell of someone's fried
And it took me back to
That I'd lost somewhere, along the way

On the morning sidewalk
I'm wishin', Lord, I was stoned
'Cause there's in a Sunday
That makes a body alone

And there's nothin' of dyin'
as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city
And Sunday morning coming

In the I saw a daddy
a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
And I behind a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singin'

I down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was
And it echoed through the
Like the disappearing dreams of

On the Sunday sidewalk
I'm wishin', Lord, that I was
'Cause something in a Sunday
That makes a feel alone

And there's short of dyin'
as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' sidewalks
And Sunday coming down
On the sleepin' city
And Sunday morning coming