Luyện nghe bài hát Harvest Moon

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

Summer sun my day is done
God, help me just to my eyes
Harvest moon, be rising soon
God willing and the creek don't

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

rise, she calls me Captain, she knows I'm so industrious
She my tea cup when the window shades are down
We load the pick up, we're making
We're making all that hay while into town

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