Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday In The South

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

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

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

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

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

I can almost hear my say
Won't you hold still, son, stop squirming
Another southern sunday's down

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

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

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

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