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 breakfast bad
So I had one for desert

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

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

Then I crossed the empty
And caught the Sunday of someone frying chicken
And it took me to something that I'd lost
Somehow somewhere the way

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

And nothing
(Sure)
Short of 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 back for home
And somewhere far away a lonely was ringing
And it echoed the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of

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

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