Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Sundays

This tie's fitting a little too tight
Might have had one too many last
I wonder if it's written all my face
It's been a little since I've seen this place

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

Growing up under hometown church steeple
Learning God hates sin but still people
The preacher 'bout the Promised Land
And me thinking 'bout holding Jesse hand

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

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

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

Growing up under that hometown steeple
God hates sin but still loves people
The preacher preaching 'bout the Land
And me thinking holding Jesse Lane's hand

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

It was soft ball
And it was love waits
And all of amazing things
About grace

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

And one hot when I was thirteen
Took my to the river and washed it clean
It feels so good, Lord, why can't be
Sundays a week?

Seven a week