Luyện nghe bài hát My Father's Son

(Dan Carusoe)

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

Up the sun dries
The frost on my
got the diesel burnin'
Turnin' these four

this land I been handed down
Feel my roots run deep in this

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

Three
I ever came
Cut these timbers
And bet their lives on

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

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

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

Out where the sky the amber waves
I'm a rock in this land God made

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