Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well I woke up Sunday morning no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes and found my cleanest shirt
Then I my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stair to meet the day

I'd smoke my mind the night before with cigarettes and that I'd been picking
But I lit my first and watched the small kid playing with the can that he was
Then I walked across the and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
Lord it took me back to something that I'd somewhere somehow along the way

On the morning sidewalk I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday that a body feel alone
And there's nothin' to dying that's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleepin' city sidewalk and Sunday coming down
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In the I saw a daddy with the laughin' little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the songs they singing
Then I headed down the street and somewhere far away a bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons the disappearing dream of yesterday
On the Sunday sidewalk...