Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday in the south

Mill worker houses up in a row
Another southern Sunday's morning
Beneath the steeple all the people have
Shakin' hands the man who grips the gospel gun

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

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

A ragged 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 burnin' and probably always will

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

I can hear my papa say
"Won't you hold still Stop squirmn' around
Another southern Sunday's down

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

I can the evening sun go down
And all the in the houses one by one go out
Softly in the nothing stirs about
And the night is with the sound of a whip-poor-will
On a Sunday in the south,

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

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

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