Luyện nghe bài hát Farm Aid Song

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

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

I dreamed I saw a dust bowl
Where the farmers used to
was flying through the sky
It had left to give
Tractors burning
On the lawn
woke up one morning
And the farmers all were

I hate to say the
Was the last of a dying
off the land
And taking he needs.
Don't say much for the
When a can't survive.
I'd to say the farmer
Was the of his kind.