Luyện nghe bài hát Fertile Fields

Sometimes those simple things turn the trick no more
And our self-important dreams they all lie on the floor
Even the proletariat receives his
And as the battle rages on and on I it wasn't me
And it so cruel
The one breaking up
the winter finds it's worth
As we upon the earth
Now the trees are swept aside by wind and of rain
And the fertile fields once gilded have now and refrained
She who longs for feels instead a savage thrust
And the ashen sky grows ever darker as dawn way to dust
As we set our dogs the earth
on the dead until no life remains
Forward towards a pointless end we squander gain