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
that plowed and harvested this great land

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

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

I've seen dog and dusty days
Late spring snow and 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 been hard to make ends meet
But I always the clothes on out backs
I always put the on our feet

My grandson, he comes home from
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 here in the of the suburbs
And look out across these empty
I sit here in of the bypass and all
Night I to the rushin' of the wheels

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

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

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

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

And I sit here on the back in the twilight
And I hear the hum
I sit and the lightning in the distance
But the showers never

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