Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

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

Well I'd my brain the night before
With and songs I'd been picking
But I lit my and watched the small kid cursin'
At a can he was kicking

I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone chicken
And it took me back to something I'd lost
Somehow along the way

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

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

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

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

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

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