Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday's Best

Always your prayers,
Like a good boy should, like a boy should,
pressed against the cold glass window watching stars so free, stars so free

You run but where,
if you could, even if you could,
You could try but youd never run enough to not be seen, not be seen

Every morning
You would go to your
in Sunday clothes,
Daddy leads a choir of angels, if theyd only
But never know, never know

The of god is never taken in vain
But the hand of god is known to cause a of pain,
When he speaks your daddy
And he isnt very
So shut your foul ungrateful mouth and get on your knees

And have you seen my wounded
Bloodied son of a preachers mean
Nothing like the shoulder of a pious man to
Show you what true faith in gods cant do

Mama looks
You she got a dose of that religion yesterday
Her made
Will someday set you free, set you

She will not
Her promises in of god naively prayed,
After years of living questioning
She still believes, she believes, she still believes

And you seen my wounded Jesus
Bloodied son of a preachers mean
Nothing like the cold of a pious man to
you what true faith in gods love cant do

And I can blame his indecision
On the cruel unyielding arm of his
Dont know whether to a part of worldly things
Or close his eyes and a breath and spread his wings
And fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away, away.

Always your prayers,
Like a good boy should, a good boy should,
Fingers pressed against the cold window watching stars so free