Luyện nghe bài hát 75 Septembers

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

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

A child of times
Growing up the wars
The Fords rolled off the
And all closed their doors

And I imagine you back
With brim hat and farmer's tan
Where horses drew wagons through the fields

Now the fields are all lanes
And the moon's not a name
Are you more amazed at how things
Or how stay the same?

And do you sit here on this and wonder
How the flies by?
Or it seem to barely creep along
With 75 Septembers come and

Were the fields all and fawn?
Was the spring dark and cool?
Did the rooster at dawn
When got you up for school?

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

Now the fields are all four
And the moon's not a name
Are you amazed at how things change
Or how they the same

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