Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Hurting

I've walking the dirt floor
My are open, Lord
did You go?
Have we left You bored?

On down this unholy
We Stirring barrels
In to be warm

It's further back
Than the high
It milk and honey
We're 'round

Only one is certain
And everybody
hurting

Now we from the country
Where the follows plow
And the are cold enough
To your feathers out

We your engines
Roaring and loud
As we the mules
On this ground

We've hunted hills dry
long outlasted the winter
And our last pile

one thing's certain
And that's
hurting

Through rolling
Of yards we drift
Our been broken
It's splintered to bits

is believing
What you see so
But my
We've got to
To live with these

They can't leave, we go

Now we'd sell this if we could
Go north the sun sets
Dripping of gold

snow-topped thunderheads
And of moving clouds
Coming down this
How sweet sounds

our hands high
Like lowly
As the old men
The young in

Already know
We're just
That's
Everybody's