Luyện nghe bài hát Harvest Moon

She in riddles, she talked in three dimensional
She my lazy head when evening light was gone
She called the breaks, I ploughed the forty when
She called me plough boy, say what were you on

sun when my day is done
God, help me just to shade my
Harvest moon, be rising soon
God and the creek don't rise

She I'm right, she knows I'm so conventional
She knows I'm cultivated on my brow
The land was mortified, the land was
I tell you someday we will reap what we sow

Don't rise, she calls me Captain, she I'm so industrious
She fills my tea cup the window shades are down
We load the pick up, making individual
We're all that hay while driving into town

rise, harvest moon, she'll be rising soon
God willing and the creek don't rise, don't