Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday's Best

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

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

Every Sunday
You go to your church
in Sunday clothes,
leads a choir of angels, if theyd 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 through your daddy
And he very pleased
So shut your foul ungrateful mouth and get down on knees

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

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

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

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

And I can his painful indecision
On the unyielding arm of his religion
Dont know whether to stay a of worldly things
Or close his eyes and take a breath and spread his
And fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away, away.

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