Luyện nghe bài hát A Month Of Sundays

I used to work for
I to use my hands
I used to make the and the
Combines that plowed and harvested this 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 for farmin' then
back then was lendin' money
The banker was the friend

I've seen dog days and days
Late spring and early fall sleet
I've the leather reins in my hands
I've felt the ground under my feet

Between the hot, dry and the taxes
And the cold war it's been to make ends 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 punk, he never had to serve"

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

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

Now, it all comes down to
Now I'm glad that I quit
Folks these days don't do nothin'
Simply for the of it

I went into town of the fourth of
Watched 'em past The Union Jack
Watched 'em break out the and beat on the drum
One step forward and two back

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

And I sit here on the back porch in the
And I the crickets hum
I sit and the lightning in the distance
But the showers come

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