Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up mornin'
no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the I had for breakfast wasn't 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 mind the night
With cigarettes and that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and a small kid
Playin' with a can he was kickin'

And I walked the street
An' caught the smell of someone's fried chicken
And it took me to somethin'
That I'd lost somewhere, somehow the way

On the Sunday morning
I'm wishin', Lord, that I was
'Cause there's something in a
That makes a body feel

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

In the park I saw a
With a laughin' little girl that he was
And I stopped behind a school
And to the songs that they were singin'

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

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

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