Luyện nghe bài hát Farmer's Song

Well I to say the farmer
Was the last of a dying
Living off the
And what he needs
say much for the future
When a 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 want to feed the
But for power and for
they'll cut off the supply
Until they get they need.

Well I dreamed I saw a 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 all were gone

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