Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

Then I fumbled in my through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty
An' I washed my face and my hair
Stumbled down the to meet the day

I'd smoked my mind the night
With and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and a small kid
Playin' a can that he was kickin'

And I walked across the
An' caught the Sunday of someone's fried chicken
And it took me back to
That I'd somewhere, somehow along the way

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

And nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the
On the sleepin' city
And morning coming down

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

I headed the street
And somewhere far away a lonely was ringin'
And it echoed through the
Like the disappearing dreams of

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

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