Luyện nghe bài hát Little Road

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

How can there be trouble in this world?
Where the mountains so gently,
graze on the hillsides, birds chat on the phone lines
The whole wide a prayer for Sunday morning
The geese inspect the stubble in the
And all along the roadside, families stop to
At the new morning
And a red tailed hawk is
And a father hugs his
And an old man holds the car door for his wife to and see
Then they turn and at me.
How can there be such trouble in this

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

But the road keeps through the afternoon
And it doesn't know the sorrow or an 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 beautiful fades from the sky...