Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

Well, I up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for wasn't bad,
So I had one for dessert.
Then I in my closet through my clothes
And found my dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and my hair
And stumbled the stairs to meet the day.

I'd my mind the night before
With cigarettes and I'd been picking.
But I lit my and watched a small kid
Playing with a can he was kicking.
Then I walked across the
And caught the Sunday smell of someone chicken.
And Lord, it me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, along the way.

On a morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, I was stoned.
there's something in a Sunday
That makes a feel alone.
And there's nothing short a'
half as lonesome as the sound
Of the city sidewalk
And morning coming down.

In the I saw a daddy
a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a school
And listened to the they were singing.
Then I headed the street,
And somewhere far a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the
the disappearing dreams of yesterday.