Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Sundays

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

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

Growing up under that hometown church
Learning God hates sin but still loves
The preacher 'bout the Promised Land
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 there be
Sundays a week?

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

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

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

And one hot summer I was thirteen
my soul to the river and washed it clean
Feels so good, Lord, why there be
Seven Sundays a

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

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

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

Seven Sundays a