Luyện nghe bài hát Old Country Church

Sometimes in fond mem'ry my thoughts go back to the old country
I attened as a boy
You know it's kinda how we cling to old bygone days and bygone places isn't it
Why it seems like yesterday that my mother took my childish hand in hers
And led me slowly down that long winding path to hear the of God
And I seem to his presence more strongly there than anyplace I've ever known
There with the singin' of the and the humming of the bees
I knew that God was there
I knew it just as sure as if he'd laid his hand on my
And said to my house son
Ah but years have passed and has brought many heartaches and many tears
seen my mother pass onto the great beyond and many loved ones have followed
And I'd seen go with dispairing hearts and tear dimmed eyes
And now in days as I stroll along
The grassy footpaths to the old churchyard
And I the final resting place of my departed kin
I'm by the thought that their sleep is a happy one
in the place where God and men are one
And once again I seem to the voice of our gentle shepher saing
Welcome to my house my son
Precious with memory...