Luyện nghe bài hát Gaylor Creek Church

Well my favorite memories are some of my
Like a Sunday night at an old country church
Sometimes my would come and take me
To an old church house on old Gaylor Creek

We all knew our neighbors, everyone there was
And the preacher worked the timber like all men
We were by water, we were washed in the blood
I don't remember much money, but recall of love

That church was a long ago
I'm distance and years
I'm not for certain I could even get there from here
But on when I'm sober
Not blinded by all I see
My mind washes up at that on old Gaylor Creek

(Solo)

So many of bar rooms, so strangers
Women, whiskey, so many
That old honky highway
That's a horse to rope
Son, I've seen neon
To the globe

That church was a time ago
I'm talkin' distance and
But I'm not for certain that I even get there from here
But on when I'm sober
Not blinded by all I see
My mind up at that church on old Gaylor Creek

My mind up that church at Gaylor Creek