Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday In The South

Millworker lined up in a row
Another sunday's morning glow
Beneath the steeple all the people had
Shaking hands with the man who grips the gun

While the quiet prayer, the of dinner on the ground
Fills up the morning air, ain't sweeter around

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

A rebel flag flies high above it all
Popping the wind like an cannon ball
Now the coals of history are and still
But they 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 hear my say
Won't you still, son, stop squirming around
Another southern sunday's comin'

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

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

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

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