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

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 through my clothes
And my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my
And stumbled down the to meet the day.

I'd smoked my the night 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 across the
And caught the Sunday of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, along the way.

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

In the park I saw a
With a little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a school
And listened to the songs they singing.
I headed down the street,
And somewhere far a lonely bell was ringing,
And it through the canyon
Like the dreams of yesterday.

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