Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday's Best

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

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

Every morning
You would go to your
in your clothes,
Daddy a choir of angels, if theyd only know
But never 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 you seen my wounded Jesus
Bloodied son of a preachers mean
Nothing like the cold of a pious man to
Show you what true faith in gods love do

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

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

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

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

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