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 begun
Shakin' hands the man who grips the gospel gun

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

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

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

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

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

I can almost the old folks say
"You'll make it big one day, you'll 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
Softly in the distance nothing about
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 Sunday in the south

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

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