Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty
And I my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the to meet the day

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

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

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

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

In the park I saw a
With the laughing little 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 bell was ringing
And it through the canyons
Like the disappearing of yesterday

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

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