Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday in the south

Mill houses lined up in a row
Another southern morning glow
Beneath the steeple all the have begun
Shakin' hands the man who grips the gospel gun

the quiet prayer, the smell of dinner on the ground
Heals up the morning air, nothin' sweeter around

I can almost my mama pray
"Oh lord us when we doubt
sacred Sunday in the south

A ragged flag flies high above it all
Poppin' in the wind like an cannon ball
The holes of history are and still
But they smell the powder burnin' and they always will

And on the old town square the barber shop pole
sat me up in the chair when I was four years old

I can almost my papa say
"Won't you hold still son? Stop around
Another southern coming down

I can hear the old folks say
"You'll make it big one day, you'll leave town
other lazy Sunday you'll come back around

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 is filled with the sound of a whip-poor-will
On a Sunday in the south,

Just another
Just another in the south
Oh, another sacred in the south

another Sunday
How I missed those ol' sweet in the south

sacred Sunday
I can hear my mama in the south alright
Just Sunday, oh, oh, oh