Luyện nghe bài hát Acres Of Corn

When I was a child, I as a child
Now I'm a grown woman but my are still wild
I thought I'd seen London or Paris
but I'm at cornfields and they're starin' at me

But are just things that keep in a jar
You bury your or you wish on a star
for an ocean line ticket back to where you were
Away from these times and the acres of corn

Every now and I take a small drink
from the blackberry brandy hidden under the
And I out that steam trunk and put on my gown
and I waltz through these cornfields 'til I fall to the

But dreams are just things you keep in a trunk
'til the men are out or you've gone a bit drunk
Then you unlock your dreams, but tattered and worn
So you stare out the window at the of corn

Dreams are things that keep in a jar
You bury your dreams or you wish on a
for an ocean line ticket back to you were born
Away from these hard times and the acres of

When I was a child, I spoke as a
Now I'm a grown but my thoughts are still wild