Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

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

I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my dirty shirt
An' I washed my face and combed my
Stumbled down the to meet the day

I'd my mind the night before
With and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a kid
Playin' a can that he was kickin'

And I walked the street
An' caught the Sunday of someone's fried chicken
And it took me back to
That I'd somewhere, somehow along the way

On the Sunday morning
I'm wishin', Lord, I was stoned
'Cause there's in a Sunday
That makes a body alone

And there's nothin' of dyin'
Half as as the sound
On the sleepin' sidewalks
And Sunday morning down

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

I down the street
And far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed the canyons
the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday sidewalk
I'm wishin', Lord, I was stoned
'Cause something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel

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