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

Well, I woke up Sunday
With no way to hold my head that hurt.
And the beer I had for wasn't bad,
So I had one for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet my clothes
And my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my and combed my hair
And stumbled 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 watched a 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 back to that I'd lost
Somewhere, along the way.

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

In the I saw a daddy
With a little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday
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
Like the dreams 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 Sunday morning down.