Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

Well, I woke up morning
With no way to hold my that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast bad,
So I had one for dessert.
I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to the day.

I'd smoked my mind the before
With and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my and watched a small kid
with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the
And caught the Sunday smell of frying 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 something in a
That a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a'
half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city
And Sunday morning down.

In the I saw a daddy
With a little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped a Sunday school
And listened to the songs were singing.
Then I headed the street,
And far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it through the canyon
Like the dreams of yesterday.