Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well I up Sunday morning
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 through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my
And stumbled down the stairs to the day

Well I'd smoke my the night before
With cigarettes and I'd been picking
But I lit my first and watched the small kid
At a can that he was

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

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

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

In the park I saw a
With the laughing little girl that he was
And I stopped a Sunday school
And to the song that they were singing

Then I back for home
And somewhere far away a bell was ringing
And it through the canyons
Like the dreams of yesterday

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

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