Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

Then I fumbled through my closet for my
And found my dirty shirt
And I my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the to meet the day

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

Then I crossed the empty
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying
And it me back to something that I'd lost
Somehow somewhere the way

On the morning sidewalk
Wishing that I was stoned
'Cause something in a Sunday
Makes a feel alone

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

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

Then I back for home
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was
And it echoed through the
Like the disappearing of yesterday

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

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