Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning and Saturday Night

My ol' man was a
A real man to figure
read the King James Bible
While sippin' on liquor

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

No doubt it
He was a man of extremes
He had his share of
But on he would lean

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

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

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

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

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

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

Saint and sinner, and right
morning and Saturday night

He said, "Fly high the angels"