Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the I saw a daddy
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 Sunday sidewalk
Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's in a Sunday
a body feel alone

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