Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well I woke up morning
no way to hold my head that didn't 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 cleanest shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my
And stumbled down the to meet the day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And nothing
(Sure)
Short of dying as lonesome as a sound
On the sleeping city
Sunday coming down