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

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

I'd smoked my mind the before
With and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my and watched a small kid
with a can that he was kicking.
Then I across the street
And the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to that I'd lost
Somewhere, along the way.

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

In the I saw a daddy
With a little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped a Sunday school
And to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed the street,
And far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it through the canyon
the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a
makes a body feel alone.
And there's short a' dying
half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city
And Sunday coming down.