Luyện nghe bài hát A Month Of Sundays

I used to for harvester
I used to use my
I to make the tractors and the
that 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 the harvest burn

the plant in '57
Had time for farmin' then
back then was lendin' money
The banker was the farmer's

I've dog days and dusty days
spring snow and early fall sleet
I've the leather reins in my hands
I've felt the soft ground under my

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

My grandson, he comes from college
He says, "We get the we deserve"
Son-in-law just shakes his head and
"That little punk, he 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
Night I 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 down to
Now I'm glad I have quit
Folks these days don't do nothin'
for the love of it

I into town of the fourth of July
Watched 'em parade past The Jack
Watched 'em break out the and beat on the drum
One step forward and two steps

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 hear the hum
I sit and watch the in the distance
But the never come

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