Luyện nghe bài hát Life of the Fields

Your are flat, the city's hot
Night falls the barren system
Leave the city block
back to the old religion
Throw your seed behind the
your wine in the face of nothing

Feel the sea
played in the rockery garden
We're all Barleycorn
all one in old religion
Meet me by the rye
The mark in the scarecrow's eye

Gaelic and harvest moons
dogs at the phallic symbol
Mustard seed and
A to live, a time to die

me in the waving leaves
The mark in the scarecrow summer
Meet me out by the lemon
Pull me down, and me dry

Lie back and think of rain
In the blossom of the
the morning pain
Gorgeous on your pillow

seed and dandelion
Treading for the old religion

The high priest and the
at the gates of knowledge
Saturnine as the god
Hammering, it on

me by the waving rye
The question in the scarecrow's eye

Gaelic runes and harvest
Shinto dogs at the phallic
Mustard and dandelion
A time to live, a to die

me in the waving summer
The mark in the scarecrow's eye
out by the rhododendron
Pull me down, and me dry

Like back now and of sorrow
The mark in the scarecrow's eye
seed and dandelion
A time to live, a to die

me in the waving leaves
The mark in the scarecrow summer...