Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

Then I fumbled in my closet my clothes
And found my cleanest shirt
An' I washed my face and my hair
Stumbled the stairs 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
with a can that he was kickin'

And I walked across the
An' caught the Sunday smell of someone's fried
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 in a Sunday
That makes a feel alone

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

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

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

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

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