Luyện nghe bài hát Dreaming Fields

Oh, the sun rolls down big as a
And fades the Midwest sky
And the corn and the wave in the breeze
As if to say

Oh my grandfather stood right
As an man in 19 an' 43
And with his and his tears, the rain and the years
He grew life from a solemn

Oh, I'm going down to the dreaming
But what will be my now?
Where every tear that falls on a feels
Like rain on a rusted plow, on a rusted plow

And these fields dream of wheat in the summer time
Grand children running
And the of hay at the end of the day
And the crow that just scared me

Now the houses they grow like in a flower bed
This morning the
the only way a man can live off a land
These is to buy and sell

So I'm down to the dreaming fields
But will be my harvest now?
Where every tear that on a memory feels
Like rain on a plow, rain on a rusted plow

Like the rain on a roof on a porch by the
Where my sings, I can hear if I listen
Running down, running to the end of the water low
will be my harvest now

And the sun rolls down big as a
And fades from the sky
And the corn and the trees wave in the
As if to say
As if to say