Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well I woke up morning
no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one for desert

Then I through my closet for my clothes
And my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my and combed my hair
And stumbled the stairs to meet the day

Well I'd my brain the night before
cigarettes and songs I'd been picking
But I lit my first and the small kid cursin'
At a can that he was

Then I crossed the street
And the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
And it took me back to that I'd lost
Somehow somewhere the way

On the Sunday morning
Wishing Lord that I was
there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel

And there's
(Sure)
Short of dying half as lonesome as a
On the sleeping city
morning coming down

In the park I saw a
With the laughing girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a school
And to the song that they were singing

Then I headed back for
And somewhere far a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the
Like the dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday sidewalk
Wishing that I was stoned
'Cause there's in a Sunday
a body feel alone

And there's
(Sure)
Short of dying as lonesome as a sound
On the city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming