Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday's Best

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

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

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

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

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

Mama looks
You know she got a dose of religion yesterday
Her sacrifices
Will set you free, set you free

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

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

And I can blame his indecision
On the cruel arm of his religion
Dont know whether to stay a 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 good boy should, a good boy should,
Fingers pressed against the cold glass window watching so free