Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well I woke up Sunday
With no way to my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for wasn't bad
So I had one for desert

I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty
And I shaved my face and my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to the day

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

Then I the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of frying chicken
And it took me to something that I'd lost
Somehow somewhere the way

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

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

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

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

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

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