Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday in the south

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

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

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

A ragged rebel flag flies above it all
Poppin' in the like an angry cannon ball
The holes of 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 when I was four years old

I can almost hear my 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 lazy Sunday you'll come back around

I can feel the evening sun go
And all the lights in the one by one go out
in the distance nothing stirs about
And the night is filled with the of a whip-poor-will
On a Sunday in the south,

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

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

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