Luyện nghe bài hát Fertile Fields

Sometimes those simple things won't turn the no more
And our self-important they all lie shattered on the floor
Even the proletariat receives his
And as the battle rages on and on I wish it me
And it seems so
The one breaking up
Until the winter it's worth
As we glide the earth
Now the trees are swept by wind and sheets of rain
And the fertile fields once gilded now withered and refrained
She who longs for comfort instead a savage thrust
And the ashen sky ever darker as dawn gives way to dust
As we set our dogs the earth
Feast on the until no life remains
towards a pointless end we squander never gain