Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Sundays

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was soft games
And it was true waits
And all of those amazing
About amazing

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

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

Sundays a week