Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Sundays

This tie's fitting just a little too
have had one too many last night
I wonder if written all over my face
It's been a little while since seen this place

Still I'm sitting here in the row
Like a lost son is come back home
I bow my head and taken off my hat
A morning takes me back

Growing up under that hometown church
Learning God sin but still loves people
The preacher preaching 'bout the Promised
And me thinking 'bout holding Jesse hand

And one hot summer I was thirteen
my soul to the river and washed it clean
Feels so good, Lord, why can't be
Sundays a week?

Well, I can still hear singing strong and low
It is well, it is well my soul
And mama laid up the Sunday
I can still every flower on her blue sun dress

I've done a lot of living since those
But a boy comes when he's been raised

Growing up that hometown church steeple
Learning God sin but still loves people
The preacher preaching 'bout the Promised
And me thinking 'bout holding Jesse hand

And one hot summer I was thirteen
my soul to the river and washed it clean
Feels so good, Lord, why can't be
Seven Sundays a

It was soft ball
And it was true waits
And all of those amazing
About grace

Growing up under hometown church steeple
Learning God sin but still loves people
The preacher preaching 'bout the Promised
And me 'bout holding Jesse Lane's hand

And one hot summer I was thirteen
Took my soul to the river and it clean
It feels so good, Lord, why there be
Seven a week?

Sundays a week