Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday in the south

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

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

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

A rebel flag flies high above it all
Poppin' in the wind an angry 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 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 Stop squirmn' around
Another southern Sunday's coming

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

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,

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

Just Sunday
How I missed ol' sweet Sundays in the south

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