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 all over my face
It's been a while since I've seen this place

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was soft games
And it was true love
And all of those things
About grace

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

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

Seven a week