Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And my cleanest dirty shirt
And I my face and combed my hair
And down the stairs to meet the day

Well I'd smoke my brain the before
With cigarettes and I'd been picking
But I lit my first and watched the kid cursin'
At a can he was kicking

Then I crossed the empty
And caught the Sunday smell of frying chicken
And it took me back to something I'd lost
Somehow along the way

On the Sunday sidewalk
Wishing Lord I was stoned
there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body alone

And nothing
(Sure)
Short of dying half as lonesome as a
On the sleeping sidewalk
Sunday morning coming

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

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

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

And nothing
(Sure)
Short of half as lonesome as a sound
On the sleeping city
Sunday coming down