Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well I up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my that didn't hurt
And the I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one for desert

Then I fumbled through my for my clothes
And found my cleanest shirt
And I shaved my face and my hair
And stumbled down the 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 watched the small kid
At a can he was kicking

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

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

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

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

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

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

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