Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well I woke up morning
With no way to hold my head that hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast bad
So I had one more for

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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