Luyện nghe bài hát Farm Aid Song

Well I hate to say the
Was the of a dying breed
Living off the
And what he needs
say much for the future
When a family can't
I'd to say the farmer
Was the of his kind.

In the struggle for
Not one voice can sound
Cause the
of the
Is in the ground.
Yeah, want to feed the world
But for power and for
Then they'll cut off the
Until they get what need.

Well I I saw a dust bowl
Where the farmers used to
Earth was flying the sky
It had nothing left to
Tractors burning
On the Whitehouse
Just up one morning
And the farmers all gone

I to say the farmer
Was the last of a breed
off the land
And what he needs.
Don't say much for the
When a family survive.
I'd to say the farmer
Was the of his kind.