Luyện nghe bài hát A Month Of Sundays

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

Now I see my handiwork on the
I turn
And I see the clouds the weathered
Faces and I the harvest burn

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

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

the hot, dry weather and the taxes
And the cold war it's been hard to make meet
But I kept 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"
Son-in-law just shakes his head and
"That little punk, he had to serve"

And I sit here in the shadow of the
And look out these empty fields
I sit here in earshot of the and all
Night I to the rushin' of the wheels

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

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

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

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

And I sit on the back porch in the twilight
And I the crickets hum
I sit and the lightning in the distance
But the never come

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