Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday In The South

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

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

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

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

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

I can hear my papa say
you hold still, son, stop squirming around
Another southern sunday's down

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

I can the evening sun go down
And all the lights in the one by one go out
Softly in the distance, stirs about
And the night is filled with the sound of a
Want a sunday in the south,

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

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