Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday in the south

Mill houses lined up in a row
Another Sunday's morning glow
Beneath the steeple all the people have
Shakin' hands with the man who the gospel gun

While the quiet prayer, the smell of on the ground
Heals up the air, ain't nothin' sweeter around

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

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

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

I can almost my papa say
"Won't you hold still son? Stop squirmn'
Another southern Sunday's coming

I can almost the old folks say
"You'll make it big one day, you'll leave this
Some other lazy Sunday you'll come back

I can feel the evening sun go
And all the in the houses one by one go out
in the distance nothing stirs about
And the night is filled with the sound of a
On a Sunday in the south,

Just another
another Sunday in the south
Oh, another Sunday in the south

Just another
How I missed those ol' sweet Sundays in the

sacred Sunday
I can hear my mama call in the alright
another Sunday, oh, oh, oh