Luyện nghe bài hát A Month Of Sundays

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

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

Quit the in '57
Had some time for farmin'
back then was lendin' money
The banker was the friend

seen dog days and dusty days
Late snow and early fall sleet
I've held the leather reins in my
felt the soft ground 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 clothes on out
I always put the on our feet

My grandson, he comes home college
He says, "We get the we deserve"
just shakes his head and says
"That punk, he never had to serve"

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

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

Now, it all comes down to
Now I'm glad that I have
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 Jack
Watched 'em out the brass and beat on the drum
One step forward and two back

And I saw a sign on street
Said, "Be to stop"
for the independent, little 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 watch the in the distance
But the never 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 wonder when I'll see my companion