Luyện nghe bài hát My Father's Son

(Dan Carusoe)

Old white washed doors
Rain tin
Straw packed and blue jeans
in the wind
There's never time for these bones to

Up the sun dries
The on my fields
I've got the diesel
Turnin' these wheels

Across this land I been handed
Feel my run deep in this ground

So stand me up tall in seat
help me guide this plow beneath my feet
And turn this earth one more time
Some say this way of life is
But not for my son

Generations
Before I ever
Cut back these
And bet their on grain

And I want to see once before I die
Us doin' more than barely getting by

So me up tall in this seat
Lord help me guide this beneath my feet
And turn this earth one more time
say this way of life is done
But not for my son

Now and then I walk my
Down by the old road
And watch the cars go by
And like ghosts

Out where the sky meets the waves
Yeah I'm a rock in this land God

So stand me up in this seat
Lord help me guide plow beneath my feet
And this earth over one more time
Some say way of life is done
But not for my son