Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Sundays

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

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

Growing up under that hometown steeple
God hates 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
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 with my
And laid up the Sunday best
I can still count every flower on her blue sun

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

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

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

It was ball games
And it was true love
And all of those amazing
About amazing

Growing up under hometown church steeple
Learning God sin but still loves people
The preacher preaching 'bout the Promised
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 so good, Lord, why can't there be
Seven Sundays a

Sundays a week