Luyện nghe bài hát Little Road

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

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

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

But the road keeps winding through the
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 through this valley the river by its side
As the fades from the sky
The beautiful light fades the sky...