Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday in the south

Mill houses lined up in a row
Another southern Sunday's glow
Beneath the all the people have begun
Shakin' hands with the man who grips the gun

While the quiet prayer, the smell of dinner on the
Heals up the morning air, ain't nothin' sweeter

I can hear my mama pray
"Oh lord us when we doubt
Another Sunday in the south

A ragged rebel flies high above it all
Poppin' in the wind like an angry cannon
The holes of history are cold and
But they smell the burnin' and they probably always will

And on the old town square under the shop pole
They sat me up in the when I was four years old

I can hear my papa say
"Won't you hold still Stop squirmn' around
Another Sunday's coming down

I can almost the old folks say
"You'll make it big one day, you'll this town
other lazy Sunday you'll come back around

I can feel the sun go down
And all the in the houses one by one go out
Softly in the distance nothing stirs
And the night is filled with the sound of a
On a in the south, alright

Just Sunday
another Sunday in the south
Oh, another sacred in the south

Just another
How I missed ol' sweet Sundays in the south

Another Sunday
I can hear my mama in the south alright
Just Sunday, oh, oh, oh