Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

Then I fumbled through my for my clothes
And found my 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
With cigarettes and songs I'd been
But I lit my and watched the small kid cursin'
At a can that he was

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

On the morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord 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 sleeping city
morning coming down

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

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

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

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