Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday's Best

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

You run but where,
Even if you could, if you could,
You could try but youd run fast enough to not be seen, not be seen

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

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

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

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

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

And have you seen my wounded
son of a preachers mean 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 stay a part of things
Or close his eyes and take a breath and his wings
And fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away, away.

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