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 more for

Then I fumbled through my closet for my
And my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face and my hair
And stumbled the stairs to meet the day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 city sidewalk
Sunday morning down