Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I up Sunday morning
With no way to my head that didn't hurt.
And the I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one for dessert.
Then I in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest shirt.
I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the night
With cigarettes and I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a kid
Playing a can that he was kicking.
I walked across the street
And the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow the way.

On a morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, I was stoned.
'Cause something in a Sunday
That makes a feel alone.
And there's short a' dying
half as lonesome as the sound
Of the city sidewalk
And morning coming down.

In the I saw a daddy
a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a school
And listened to the songs were singing.
Then I down the street,
And somewhere far away a bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the
the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, I was stoned.
'Cause something in a Sunday
makes a body feel alone.
And there's short a' dying
half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping sidewalk
And Sunday coming down.