Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the park I saw a
With the laughing girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a school
And listened to the song that were singing

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

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

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