Luyện nghe bài hát Farmer And The Lord

While resting one evening by the side of the
I saw an old farmer in the field he'd hoed
His face was all brown and by the wind
And he was talking to the Lord, just like he'd be talking to a
Well Sir, he said in a voice and quiet
Them corn need stackin', but, uh, I got no string to tie it
Had no in so long that the fields are mighty dusty
And it's so unbearable hot that the kids are even gettin' fussy
Now grass down in the pasture should be knee high
If we could just have a little shower Lord- it might keep the calf from dry
Oh- but listen to me talk, an' you'd I wasn't grateful
Why if you didn't know me so well Lord you'd I was down right hateful
think I'd forgot about the new calf that you sent
And the money in the mail that took of the rent
Ma's cold's better, and Johnny's home the navy
And that Sunday dinner of chicken, dumplings, and gravy
That new preacher you sent us Lord- he is a fine young man
Why he's just convertin' sinners to beat the band
Well guess mosey on along, Lord. Won't take no more your time
Guess there's folks here about waitin' to ring your line
Evening to you Lord, and over us tonight
And don't you worry about us none, Lord, cause everything is gonna be all