Luyện nghe bài hát Little Road

How can there be trouble in this
With the color in hills, the blue October sky,
this little road that along the river.
Dusty and tractors in the fields
And families sit in front yards, or outside the churches
Kids are throwing footballs and pulling of pumpkins
And the morning sun is on the water.

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

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

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