Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning and Saturday Night

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

He'd get drunk and he'd get to
out on the porch
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 he would lean

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

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

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

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

Back then I didn't
The in the sermon
It a while to understand
The lesson I'm still

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

and sinner, wrong and right
Sunday morning and night

He said, "Fly high the angels"