Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday in the south

Mill worker houses up in a row
Another southern Sunday's glow
Beneath the steeple all the people begun
Shakin' hands with the man who the gospel gun

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

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

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

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

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

I can hear the old folks say
"You'll it big one day, you'll leave this town
Some other lazy Sunday you'll back 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 with the sound of a whip-poor-will
On a Sunday in the south,

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

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

Another Sunday
I can hear my mama call in the south
another Sunday, oh, oh, oh