Luyện nghe bài hát My Father's Son

(Dan Carusoe)

Old white barn doors
rusted tin
Straw shirt and blue jeans
in the wind
There's never time for these bones to

Up the sun dries
The frost on my
I've got the burnin'
Turnin' these wheels

Across this land I been down
my roots run deep in this ground

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

Generations
Before I came
Cut these timbers
And bet their on grain

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

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

Now and I walk my fence
Down by the old country
And the cars go rushin' by
And disappear ghosts

Out where the sky meets the amber
Yeah I'm a in this land God made

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