Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

Well, I up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast bad,
So I had one for dessert.
I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and my hair
And down the stairs to meet the day.

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

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

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