Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday's Best

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

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

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

The name of god is never taken in
But the of god is known to cause a multitude of pain,
When he speaks through your
And he isnt pleased
So shut foul ungrateful mouth and get down on your knees

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

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

She will not
Her promises in front of god prayed,
After years of without questioning
She still believes, she still believes, she believes

And have you seen my Jesus
Bloodied son of a preachers touch
Nothing the cold shoulder of a pious man to
Show you what faith in gods love cant do

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

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