Luyện nghe bài hát Harvest

Christian fellow rise your bed
Scrape off the mould 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 build around
Time to take the gloves from off your shelf
Speak now the Lord you'll meet
There in the sky the sun slowly
Like a stone into the quick sand.
Out there, there is a harvest of man.

Heal that divided oh Lord,
and that that needs healing on their tongue.
Help say you the Lord the G-d thats one.
Our dear Master overtime.
Yes, its you crossing over the line.
Theres a great big out there in the land
Out there, is a harvest field of man.

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