Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

Well, I woke up morning
With no way to hold my head that 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 and combed my hair
And stumbled down the to meet the day.

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

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

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