Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up Sunday
With no way to hold my head that hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast bad
So I had one more for

Then I fumbled my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest shirt
An' I my face, combed my hair
An' stumbled the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my brain the night
On and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a kid
Cussin' at a can he was kicking

Then I crossed the street
An' caught the Sunday smell of someone chicken
And it took me to somethin'
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere the way

On the morning sidewalk
Wishing, Lord, that I was
there's something in a Sunday
Makes a feel alone

There ain't nothin' short of
Half as lonesome as the
On the city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' down

In the I saw a daddy
With a laughin' girl who he was swingin'
And I beside a Sunday school
Listened to the they were singin'

Then I back for home
And somewhere far a lonesome bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the
Like the disappearing of yesterday

On the morning sidewalk
Wishing, Lord, that I was
'Cause there's something in a
Makes a feel alone

There ain't nothin' short of
as lonesome as the sound
On the city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' down

On the Sunday morning
Wishing, Lord, that I was
'Cause something in a Sunday
your body feel alone

There ain't nothin' short of
Half as as the sound
On the city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin'