Luyện nghe bài hát A Month Of Sundays

I used to work for
I to use my hands
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 clouds cross the
Faces and I watch the harvest

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

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

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

My grandson, he home from college
He says, "We get the we deserve"
Son-in-law just shakes his and says
"That little punk, he had to serve"

And I sit here in the of the suburbs
And out across these empty fields
I sit in earshot of the bypass and all
Night I listen to the of the wheels

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

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

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

And I saw a sign on easy
Said, "Be to stop"
Pray for the independent, man
I see next year's crop

And I sit here on the back porch in the
And I hear the hum
I sit and watch the in the distance
But the showers 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 wonder when I'll see my companion