Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday In The South

Millworker lined up in a row
Another southern morning glow
the steeple all the people had begun
Shaking hands the man who grips the gospel gun

While the quiet prayer, the smell of on the ground
up the morning air, ain't nothing sweeter around

I can almost hear my pray
Oh forgive us when we doubt
sacred sunday in the south, alright

A rebel flag flies high above it all
Popping the wind like an angry ball
Now the coals of history are and still
But still smell the powder burning, and they probaly always will

And on the old town square, the barber shop pole
They sit me up in the chair, when I was years old

I can almost my papa say
Won't you hold still, son, stop squirming
Another southern comin' down

I can almost the old folks say
You made it big, one day you'll leave this
Some lazy sunday, you'll be back around

I can the evening sun go down
And all the in the houses one by one go out
Softly in the distance, nothing stirs
And the night is with the sound of a whipporwill
a sunday in the south, alright

Just another sunday in the
Oh, another sacred sunday in the
How I miss them old sweet sundays in the
I can hear my calling, in the south, alright

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