Luyện nghe bài hát Little Road

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

How can there be such trouble in world?
the mountains roll so gently,
Deer graze on the hillsides, birds chat on the phone
The whole world's a prayer for Sunday morning
The geese 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 hugs his daughter
And an old man the car door for his wife to come and see
they turn and smile at me.
How can be such trouble in this world?

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

But the road winding through the afternoon
And it know the sorrow or an inkling of the shadow
of the rage across the water, the and the horror.
It just wanders through this valley the river by its side
As the light fades the sky
The beautiful light from the sky...