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 I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one for dessert

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

I'd smoked my the night before
With cigarettes and songs 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' the Sunday smell of someone's fried chicken
And it took me back to
That I'd somewhere, somehow along the way

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

And nothin' short of dyin'
as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' sidewalks
And Sunday coming down

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

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

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

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