Luyện nghe bài hát Farm Aid Song

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

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

Well I dreamed I saw a bowl
Where the farmers to live
Earth was flying the sky
It had nothing left to
Tractors burning
On the Whitehouse
woke up one morning
And the all were gone

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