Luyện nghe bài hát A Month Of Sundays

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

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

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

I've seen dog days and days
Late spring and early 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 kept the on out backs
I always put the shoes on our

My grandson, he comes home 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 here in the shadow of the
And look out across these empty
I sit in earshot 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 raise
was all I ever knew

Now, it all comes to numbers
Now I'm that I have quit
Folks these days just do nothin'
for the love of it

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

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

And I sit on the back porch in the twilight
And I the crickets hum
I sit and watch the lightning in the
But the showers never

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