Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

Then I fumbled in my closet through my
And found my cleanest shirt
An' I washed my face and combed my
Stumbled down the stairs to the day

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

And I walked the street
An' caught the Sunday smell of someone's fried
And it took me to somethin'
I'd lost 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 there's nothin' short of
as lonesome as the sound
On the city sidewalks
And Sunday morning coming

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

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

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

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