Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday's Best

Always said prayers,
a good boy should, like a good boy should,
Fingers pressed against the cold 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 fast to not be seen, not be seen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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