Luyện nghe bài hát Gaylor Creek Church

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

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

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

(Solo)

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

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

My mind washes up that church at Creek