Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Sundays

This tie's fitting a little too tight
Might have had one too many night
I if it's written all over my face
been a little while since I've seen this place

Still I'm sitting in the back row
Like a long lost son is back home
When I bow my head and off my hat
A morning takes me back

Growing up that hometown church steeple
Learning God sin but still loves people
The preacher preaching 'bout the Land
And me thinking 'bout holding Lane's hand

And one hot summer when I was
my soul to the river and washed it clean
Feels so good, Lord, why can't be
Seven a week?

Well, I can hear daddy singing strong and low
It is well, it is well my soul
And mama up the Sunday best
I can still count every flower on her blue sun

done a lot of living since those days
But a boy back when he's been raised

up under that hometown church steeple
Learning God sin but still loves people
The preacher preaching 'bout the Promised
And me thinking 'bout holding Jesse hand

And one hot summer I was thirteen
Took my to the river and washed it clean
Feels so good, Lord, why there be
Sundays a week?

It was soft ball
And it was love waits
And all of those amazing
About grace

Growing up under that hometown church
Learning God sin but still loves people
The preacher preaching the Promised Land
And me thinking 'bout holding Lane's hand

And one hot summer when I was
my soul to the river and washed it clean
It feels so good, Lord, why there be
Sundays a week?

Seven Sundays a