Luyện nghe bài hát Farm Aid Song

Well I to say the farmer
Was the last of a dying
Living off the
And taking he needs
Don't say much for the
When a family survive
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, they want to the world
But for power and for
they'll cut off the supply
Until they get what need.

Well I dreamed I saw a dust
the farmers used to live
Earth was flying the sky
It had left to give
Tractors burning
On the Whitehouse
Just woke up one
And the farmers all gone

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