Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

Well, I up Sunday morning
no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for wasn't bad,
So I had one for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my
And found my cleanest shirt.
Then I washed my and combed my hair
And down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my the night before
With and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a kid
Playing a can that he was kicking.
I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd
Somewhere, somehow the way.

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

In the I saw a daddy
With a laughing girl that he was swinging.
And I beside a Sunday school
And listened to the they were singing.
I headed down the street,
And far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed the canyon
Like the disappearing of yesterday.