Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday In The South

Millworker houses up in a row
Another sunday's morning glow
the steeple all the people had begun
Shaking with the man who grips the gospel gun

While the quiet prayer, the smell of on the ground
Fills up the morning air, nothing sweeter around

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

A ragged rebel flag high above it all
Popping the wind like an angry cannon
Now the coals of are cold and still
But they still smell the powder burning, and they probaly always

And on the old town square, under the barber 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 around
Another southern sunday's comin'

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

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

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

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