Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

Well, I woke up Sunday
no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one for dessert.
I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my 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
cigarettes 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 the street
And caught the Sunday of someone 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 in a Sunday
makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a'
That's half as lonesome as the
Of the sleeping sidewalk
And Sunday morning down.

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