Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Morning and Saturday Night

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

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

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

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

Well, I have sung 'Amazing Grace', in my hand
Played To Heaven' in a three piece 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 sideways

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

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

Back then I realize
The wisdom in the
It took a while to
The lesson I'm still

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

Saint and sinner, wrong and
Sunday morning and Saturday

He said, "Fly like the angels"