Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning and Saturday Night

My ol' man was a
A real man to figure
He'd read the King James
sippin' on corn liquor

He'd get drunk and he'd get to
Right out on the
Alternatin' cussin' and a prayin'
Spittin' and a praisin' the

No about it
He was a man of extremes
He had his share of
But on Jesus he would

He'd say, "Fly high like the
Run wild the devil
We're all tryin' to find the
Between saint and sinner, wrong and
Sunday morning and night"

Well, I have 'Amazing Grace', hymnal in my hand
Played 'Stairway To Heaven' in a three piece up band
I know the straight and narrow is the that I should take
But out here in the lane, you tend to get a little sideways

I hear him preachin'
his words a bit
Sayin' the about temptation
Is it so hard to

He'd say, "Fly high the angels
Run wild like the
We're all tryin' to the middle
Between and sinner, wrong and right
Sunday morning and night"

then I didn't realize
The wisdom in the
It took a to understand
The I'm still learnin'

He'd say, "Fly high like the
Run like the devil
We're all tryin' to find the
Between and sinner, wrong and right
Sunday and Saturday night"

Saint and sinner, and right
Sunday and Saturday night

He said, "Fly high the angels"