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 have begun
Shakin' hands with the man who grips the gun

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

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

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

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

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

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

I can feel the sun go down
And all the lights in the one by one go out
Softly in the distance nothing stirs
And the is filled with the sound of a whip-poor-will
On a in the south, alright

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

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

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