Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

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

I'd smoke my brain the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been
But I lit my and watched the small kid cursin'
At a can that he was

I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying
And it took me to something that I'd lost
Somehow along the way

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

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

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

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

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

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