Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning and Saturday Night

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

He'd get and he'd get to preachin'
Right out on the
Alternatin' between and a prayin'
Spittin' and a the Lord

No doubt it
He was a man of both
He had his share of
But on Jesus he would

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

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

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

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

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

He'd say, "Fly like the angels
Run wild like the
all tryin' to find the middle
Between saint and sinner, and right
morning and Saturday night"

Saint and sinner, wrong and
Sunday morning and night

He said, "Fly high the angels"