Luyện nghe bài hát My Father's Son

(Dan Carusoe)

Old white barn doors
rusted tin
Straw packed and blue jeans
Hangin' in the
There's time for these bones to mend

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

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

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

Generations
Before I came
Cut back timbers
And bet their lives on

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

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

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

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

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