Luyện nghe bài hát Harrower

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

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

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

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