Luyện nghe bài hát Farmer's Song

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

In the for parity
Not one voice can sound
Cause the
of the
Is in the ground.
Yeah, they want to feed the
But for and for greed
Then they'll cut off the
they get what they need.

Well I I saw a dust bowl
the farmers used to live
Earth was flying the sky
It had nothing to give
were burning
On the lawn
Just woke up one
And the all were 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 can't survive.
I'd to say the farmer
Was the of his kind.