Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down (live)

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

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

On a morning 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 as the sound
Of the sleeping sidewalk
And Sunday 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 they were singing.
I headed down the street,
And somewhere far a lonely bell was ringing,
And it through the canyon
Like the disappearing of yesterday.

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 short a'
That's half as as the sound
Of the city sidewalk
And morning coming down.