Luyện nghe bài hát Harrower

Steppin' out on the great in the new green shoots of a crop
There was a wind in the wild rough grasses and a broad swelling heat when it
Standin' at the edge of at the base of the throne of the sky
By the mouth of the Tennessee River the birds of another world fly

Well I must be on my way the share croppers say there's even work for them.
I'll come rolling back to when my fortune comes around.
and see your daughter again.

I directed my stride to the river and the by great beyond
The broken stalkes of the harvest, pale as bone in the
forward and drawn onward like water called to the sea
My hands are always full or empty and my boots are carrying me.

A big eyed in the hallway.
Borrowed light the moon
I kissed her with my own mouth
I swear I will be soon.