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

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.
Then I fumbled in my closet my clothes
And found my dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my
And stumbled down the stairs to the day.

I'd my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd picking.
But I lit my first and watched a kid
with 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, somehow the way.

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

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

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