Luyện nghe bài hát A Month Of Sundays

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

Now I see my handiwork on the
Everywhere I
And I see the cross the weathered
Faces and I watch the burn

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

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

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

My grandson, he home from college
He says, "We get the we deserve"
Son-in-law just shakes his and says
"That punk, he never had to serve"

And I sit in the shadow of the suburbs
And out across these empty fields
I sit here in of the bypass and all
Night I to the rushin' of the wheels

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

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

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

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

And I sit here on the back in the twilight
And I the crickets hum
I sit and the lightning in the distance
But the showers never

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