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 this great land

Now I see my on the block
Everywhere I
And I see the cross the weathered
and I watch the harvest burn

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

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

the hot, dry weather and the taxes
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 from college
He says, "We get the we deserve"
just shakes his head and says
"That punk, he never had to serve"

And I sit in the shadow of the suburbs
And look out across these fields
I sit in earshot of the bypass and all
I listen to the rushin' of the wheels

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

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

I went into town of the fourth of
Watched 'em parade past The Union
Watched 'em break out the brass and beat on the
One step and two steps back

And I saw a sign on easy
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 hear the hum
I sit and watch the in the distance
But the showers come

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