Luyện nghe bài hát Farmer's Song

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

In the struggle for
Not one man's can sound
Cause the
of the
Is in the ground.
Yeah, want to feed the world
But for power and for
Then they'll cut off the
Until get what they need.

I dreamed I saw a dust bowl
Where the farmers used to
was flying through the sky
It had nothing left to
Tractors were
On the lawn
Just woke up one
And the farmers all gone

I hate to say the
Was the of a dying breed
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.