Luyện nghe bài hát Harvest

Christian fellow rise from bed
off the mould thats growing on your head.
Life your quaking, aching small and stand.
Out there, there is a field of man.

Tip toe and through the windows
in the four walls you around yourself
Time to take down the from off your shelf
Speak now the Lord you'll meet
There in the sky the sun sets
Like a down into the quick sand.
Out there, there is a harvest of man.

Heal that tongue oh Lord,
and that split that needs healing on tongue.
Help them say you the Lord the G-d one.
Our dear pays overtime.
Yes, its worth you crossing the line.
Theres a great big out there in the land
Out there, there is a harvest of man.

Time to take the sickle in
Oh my don't be shy
I see a storm pushing through the sky.