| Song | Sunday Morning Comin' Down |
| Artist | Kris Kristofferson |
| Album | Pure... Singer Songwriters |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Kris Kristofferson |
| [00:00.10] | 作曲 : Kris Kristofferson |
| [00:00.20] | Well I woke up Sunday morning, |
| [00:02.67] | With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt |
| [00:10.17] | And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, |
| [00:12.76] | So I had one more for dessert |
| [00:19.05] | Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes |
| [00:21.69] | And found my cleanest dirty shirt |
| [00:28.28] | An' I washed my face and combed my hair, |
| [00:30.90] | Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day |
| [00:34.59] | |
| [00:38.04] | I'd smoked my mind the night before, |
| [00:40.65] | With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin' |
| [00:47.78] | But I lit my first and watched a small kid, |
| [00:50.63] | Playing with a can that he was kicking |
| [00:57.66] | And I walked across the street, |
| [01:00.18] | An' caught the Sunday smell of someone's fried chicken |
| [01:07.73] | And it took me back to somethin', |
| [01:10.54] | That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way |
| [01:14.49] | |
| [01:16.45] | On the Sunday morning sidewalk, |
| [01:21.18] | I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned. |
| [01:26.54] | 'Cos there's something in a Sunday, |
| [01:31.37] | That makes a body feel alone. |
| [01:36.45] | And there's nothin' short of dyin', |
| [01:40.99] | Half as lonesome as the sound, |
| [01:46.18] | On the sleepin' city sidewalks: |
| [01:50.90] | Sunday mornin' comin' down |
| [01:54.60] | |
| [01:58.03] | In the park I saw a daddy, |
| [02:00.26] | With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin' |
| [02:07.88] | And I stopped behind a Sunday school, |
| [02:10.75] | And listened to the songs that they were singin' |
| [02:17.94] | I headed down the street, |
| [02:19.46] | And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' |
| [02:27.06] | And it echoed through the canyons, |
| [02:29.62] | Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday |
| [02:34.72] | |
| [02:35.70] | On the Sunday morning sidewalk, |
| [02:40.17] | I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned |
| [02:45.05] | 'Cos there's something in a Sunday, |
| [02:49.82] | That makes a body feel alone |
| [02:54.97] | And there's nothin' short of dyin', |
| [02:59.65] | Half as lonesome as the sound, |
| [03:04.72] | On the sleepin' city sidewalk: |
| [03:09.58] | And Sunday mornin' comin' down |
| [03:14.56] | On the sleepin' city sidewalk: |
| [03:19.52] | And Sunday mornin' comin' down |
| [03:22.76] | |
| [03:23.70] | -Fin- |
| [03:24.81] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Kris Kristofferson |
| [00:00.10] | zuo qu : Kris Kristofferson |
| [00:00.20] | Well I woke up Sunday morning, |
| [00:02.67] | With no way to hold my head that didn' t hurt |
| [00:10.17] | And the beer I had for breakfast wasn' t bad, |
| [00:12.76] | So I had one more for dessert |
| [00:19.05] | Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes |
| [00:21.69] | And found my cleanest dirty shirt |
| [00:28.28] | An' I washed my face and combed my hair, |
| [00:30.90] | Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day |
| [00:34.59] | |
| [00:38.04] | I' d smoked my mind the night before, |
| [00:40.65] | With cigarettes and songs that I' d been pickin' |
| [00:47.78] | But I lit my first and watched a small kid, |
| [00:50.63] | Playing with a can that he was kicking |
| [00:57.66] | And I walked across the street, |
| [01:00.18] | An' caught the Sunday smell of someone' s fried chicken |
| [01:07.73] | And it took me back to somethin', |
| [01:10.54] | That I' d lost somewhere, somehow along the way |
| [01:14.49] | |
| [01:16.45] | On the Sunday morning sidewalk, |
| [01:21.18] | I' m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned. |
| [01:26.54] | ' Cos there' s something in a Sunday, |
| [01:31.37] | That makes a body feel alone. |
| [01:36.45] | And there' s nothin' short of dyin', |
| [01:40.99] | Half as lonesome as the sound, |
| [01:46.18] | On the sleepin' city sidewalks: |
| [01:50.90] | Sunday mornin' comin' down |
| [01:54.60] | |
| [01:58.03] | In the park I saw a daddy, |
| [02:00.26] | With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin' |
| [02:07.88] | And I stopped behind a Sunday school, |
| [02:10.75] | And listened to the songs that they were singin' |
| [02:17.94] | I headed down the street, |
| [02:19.46] | And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' |
| [02:27.06] | And it echoed through the canyons, |
| [02:29.62] | Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday |
| [02:34.72] | |
| [02:35.70] | On the Sunday morning sidewalk, |
| [02:40.17] | I' m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned |
| [02:45.05] | ' Cos there' s something in a Sunday, |
| [02:49.82] | That makes a body feel alone |
| [02:54.97] | And there' s nothin' short of dyin', |
| [02:59.65] | Half as lonesome as the sound, |
| [03:04.72] | On the sleepin' city sidewalk: |
| [03:09.58] | And Sunday mornin' comin' down |
| [03:14.56] | On the sleepin' city sidewalk: |
| [03:19.52] | And Sunday mornin' comin' down |
| [03:22.76] | |
| [03:23.70] | Fin |
| [03:24.81] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Kris Kristofferson |
| [00:00.10] | zuò qǔ : Kris Kristofferson |
| [00:00.20] | Well I woke up Sunday morning, |
| [00:02.67] | With no way to hold my head that didn' t hurt |
| [00:10.17] | And the beer I had for breakfast wasn' t bad, |
| [00:12.76] | So I had one more for dessert |
| [00:19.05] | Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes |
| [00:21.69] | And found my cleanest dirty shirt |
| [00:28.28] | An' I washed my face and combed my hair, |
| [00:30.90] | Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day |
| [00:34.59] | |
| [00:38.04] | I' d smoked my mind the night before, |
| [00:40.65] | With cigarettes and songs that I' d been pickin' |
| [00:47.78] | But I lit my first and watched a small kid, |
| [00:50.63] | Playing with a can that he was kicking |
| [00:57.66] | And I walked across the street, |
| [01:00.18] | An' caught the Sunday smell of someone' s fried chicken |
| [01:07.73] | And it took me back to somethin', |
| [01:10.54] | That I' d lost somewhere, somehow along the way |
| [01:14.49] | |
| [01:16.45] | On the Sunday morning sidewalk, |
| [01:21.18] | I' m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned. |
| [01:26.54] | ' Cos there' s something in a Sunday, |
| [01:31.37] | That makes a body feel alone. |
| [01:36.45] | And there' s nothin' short of dyin', |
| [01:40.99] | Half as lonesome as the sound, |
| [01:46.18] | On the sleepin' city sidewalks: |
| [01:50.90] | Sunday mornin' comin' down |
| [01:54.60] | |
| [01:58.03] | In the park I saw a daddy, |
| [02:00.26] | With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin' |
| [02:07.88] | And I stopped behind a Sunday school, |
| [02:10.75] | And listened to the songs that they were singin' |
| [02:17.94] | I headed down the street, |
| [02:19.46] | And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' |
| [02:27.06] | And it echoed through the canyons, |
| [02:29.62] | Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday |
| [02:34.72] | |
| [02:35.70] | On the Sunday morning sidewalk, |
| [02:40.17] | I' m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned |
| [02:45.05] | ' Cos there' s something in a Sunday, |
| [02:49.82] | That makes a body feel alone |
| [02:54.97] | And there' s nothin' short of dyin', |
| [02:59.65] | Half as lonesome as the sound, |
| [03:04.72] | On the sleepin' city sidewalk: |
| [03:09.58] | And Sunday mornin' comin' down |
| [03:14.56] | On the sleepin' city sidewalk: |
| [03:19.52] | And Sunday mornin' comin' down |
| [03:22.76] | |
| [03:23.70] | Fin |
| [03:24.81] |