Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Dress

I can barely feel the sheets with all crumbs down in my bed
How can I get to sleep with all this in my head
And who'd ever thought I'd not complain about a mess
me right I guess
This is I get
For eatin' crackers my gin
And drinkin' in my dress

The is by the bottle, which is always by my bed
From to time I give it a rattle to make sure that it's not dead
I will here for your call till I run out of cigarettes
I love to play the of the damsel in distress
ashes in my coffee
Drinkin' in my dress

Well been on the road to this and I've been on the way to this
But a'think it'd come to this
let on you've seem me like this

My old transistor's sounding just as twangy as a
My growls like elvis after sunday dinner
I've drained my last tequila and I've thrown away the
I've poured out all the
From how on nothin' but the
Cognac and cline while drinkin' in my sunday dress

I've been on the road to this and I've been on the way to this
I surely a hypocrite
I've had my fun and now I confess

Our is a kingly soul
Repents 'em on a
His Bible is not inked in
He's not the kind
One sunday after
I was in the line
He said I've you from the altar
down communion wine
Just who's beside you
it's no business of mine