Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Sundays

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

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

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

And one hot when I was thirteen
Took my soul to the river and washed it
Feels so good, Lord, why there be
Sundays a week?

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 every flower on her blue sun

I've done a lot of since those days
But a boy comes back 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 it clean
Feels so good, Lord, why there be
Seven a week?

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

up under that hometown church steeple
Learning God hates sin but still people
The preacher preaching 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