Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Sundays

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 a week?

Seven a week