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 fumbled in my closet my clothes
And found my dirty shirt.
I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled the stairs to meet the day.

I'd my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd picking.
But I lit my first and watched a kid
with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone 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 there's in a Sunday
That makes a body alone.
And there's nothing short a'
That's half as lonesome as the
Of the sleeping sidewalk
And morning coming down.

In the I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday
And listened to the songs were singing.
Then I down the street,
And somewhere far a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed the canyon
Like the dreams of yesterday.