Luyện nghe bài hát Faces of America

There was a time, a time
When a man could be of where he stood
I to work at the yard, working honest and hard
The hours were but the pay was oh so good

I had a family and friends, oh so friends
drive to the lake on holidays
Back it wasn't so dear for a sandwich or beer
At night I still dream I can see faces

Certain things you depend upon
are places that you know
And the faces of
Oh, do they go, where did they go

I was born on a farm, a mid-western
I on the tractor with my dad
And though we never had it was always enough
And we the best with what we had

But then came four years of drought and the dropped out
My was broken like the rest
And I can still see his hands signing his lands
And the grow fat on the flesh of the dispossessed

things that you depend upon
There are I can go I sift the ashes of america
For someplace I to know
I used to know
Someplace I used to

was a time, a simpler time
When a man could be of where he stood
I used to work at the yard, honest and hard
The were long but the pay was oh so good

Certain things that you depend upon I used to think were
Like the right of man to work and feed his family
And the faces of seem so distant and estranged
Have their eyes become too to see
How much hearts have changed
How much hearts have changed
How much their hearts have