Luyện nghe bài hát A Month Of Sundays

I used to for harvester
I used to use my
I used to the tractors and the
Combines that plowed and harvested this land

Now I see my handiwork on the
Everywhere I
And I see the clouds cross the
Faces and I the harvest burn

Quit the in '57
Had some for farmin' then
Banks back then was money
The was the farmer's friend

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

Between the hot, dry weather and the
And the cold war been hard to make ends meet
But I always the clothes on out backs
I always put the on our feet

My grandson, he comes home 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 shadow of the
And look out across these empty
I sit here in of the bypass and all
Night I listen to the rushin' of the

Big boys, all got computers
Got incorporated, too
Me, I just know how to things
was all I ever knew

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

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

And I saw a sign on street
Said, "Be to stop"
Pray for the independent, man
I see next year's crop

And I sit here on the porch in the twilight
And I the crickets hum
I sit and watch the in the distance
But the showers never

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