Luyện nghe bài hát Little Road

How can there be trouble in world?
With the color in these hills, the blue sky,
this little that winds along the river.
barns and tractors in the fields
And sit in front yards, or stand outside the churches
Kids are footballs and pulling carts of pumpkins
And the sun is sparkling on the water.

How can there be such in this world?
Where the roll so gently,
graze on the hillsides, birds chat on the phone lines
The wide world's a prayer for Sunday morning
The geese inspect the in the fields
And all the roadside, families stop to wonder
At the new morning
And a red tailed hawk is
And a father his daughter
And an old man holds the car door for his to come and see
they turn and smile at me.
How can there be trouble in this world?

I know of course I know this is not the only picture
I don't of course I don't know to do.

But the road keeps through the afternoon
And it doesn't the sorrow or an inkling of the shadow
of the rage the water, the hatred and the horror.
It just wanders through this valley with the river by its
As the light from the sky
The light fades from the sky...