Luyện nghe bài hát 75 Septembers

In the year of the cab
In the shadow of the great war
The third kid had

Came into this
On a rolling farm in
When Wilson was the
And summer blew her through the trees

A of changing times
Growing up between the
The Fords off the line
And all closed their doors

And I imagine you back
With snap brim hat and tan
Where horses drew their wagons the fields

Now the are all four lanes
And the moon's not a name
Are you more amazed at how change
Or how they stay the

And do you sit here on this and wonder
How the time by?
Or does it seem to barely creep
With 75 come and gone?

the fields all gold and fawn?
Was the spring house and cool?
Did the rooster at dawn
When they got you up for

And would you me once again
The tales of hired men?
And how they drove the old road to

Now the are all four lanes
And the not just a name
Are you more amazed at how things
Or how stay the same

And do you sit here on this porch and
How the time by?
Or does it seem to creep along
With 75 Septembers and gone?