Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Sundays

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

Still I'm sitting here in the row
Like a long lost son is come back
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 Lane's

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

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

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

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

It was ball games
And it was true waits
And all of amazing things
About grace

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

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

Sundays a week