Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I up Sunday mornin'
With no way to hold my head that hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast bad
So I had one more for

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

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

And I across the street
An' caught the smell of someone's fried chicken
And it me back to somethin'
I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way

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

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

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

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

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

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