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 for dessert

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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