Luyện nghe bài hát A Month Of Sundays

I used to work for
I used to use my
I used to the tractors and the
Combines that plowed and harvested this great

Now I see my on the block
I turn
And I see the clouds the weathered
Faces and I the harvest burn

Quit the in '57
Had some time for then
Banks then was lendin' money
The banker was the friend

seen dog days and dusty days
Late spring snow and early sleet
I've held the reins in my hands
felt the soft ground under my feet

Between the hot, dry weather and the
And the cold war it's been hard to ends meet
But I kept the clothes on out backs
I put the shoes on our feet

My grandson, he home from college
He says, "We get the we deserve"
Son-in-law just his head and says
"That little punk, he had to serve"

And I sit here in the of the suburbs
And look out these empty fields
I sit here in earshot of the and all
Night I listen to the of the wheels

Big boys, they all got
Got incorporated, too
Me, I know how to raise things
That was all I knew

Now, it all comes down to
Now I'm glad that I have
these days just don't do nothin'
Simply for the of it

I went into of the fourth of July
Watched 'em parade past The Union
Watched 'em out the brass and beat on the drum
One step forward and two back

And I saw a sign on street
Said, "Be to stop"
for the independent, little man
I don't see next crop

And I sit on the back porch in the twilight
And I the crickets hum
I sit and watch the in the distance
But the showers come

I sit and listen to the wind blow
I sit and rub my hands
I it here and to the clock strike
And I when I'll see my companion again