Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

Then I fumbled in my through my clothes
And found my cleanest shirt
An' I washed my and combed my hair
down the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my and watched a small kid
Playin' with a can that he was

And I walked across the
An' caught the Sunday smell of someone's fried
And it took me to somethin'
That I'd somewhere, somehow along the way

On the Sunday morning
I'm wishin', Lord, that I was
'Cause there's something in a
That makes a feel alone

And there's short of dyin'
as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city
And morning coming down

In the I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl that he was
And I stopped a Sunday school
And listened to the songs that were singin'

I headed down the
And somewhere far away a lonely was ringin'
And it echoed the canyons
Like the dreams of yesterday

On the morning sidewalk
I'm wishin', Lord, that I was
there's something in a Sunday
That makes a feel alone

And there's nothin' short of
Half as as the sound
On the city sidewalks
And morning coming down
On the city sidewalks
And Sunday morning coming