Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Sundays

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

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

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

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

Well, I can still hear singing strong and low
It is well, it is well my soul
And mama laid up the 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 been

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

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

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

Growing up that hometown church steeple
Learning God hates sin but loves people
The preacher '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
It so good, Lord, why can't there be
Seven Sundays a

Seven a week