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
While on corn liquor

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

No doubt it
He was a man of both
He had his of demons
But on he would lean

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

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

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

say, "Fly high like the angels
Run wild the devil
all tryin' to find the middle
Between and sinner, wrong and right
Sunday morning and night"

Back then I realize
The in the sermon
It took a to understand
The lesson I'm learnin'

say, "Fly high like the angels
Run like the devil
all tryin' to find the middle
Between saint and sinner, wrong and
Sunday morning and night"

Saint and sinner, wrong and
Sunday morning and Saturday

He said, "Fly high the angels"