Luyện nghe bài hát Rain

Well, I that old John Deere tractor
At the low bridge
Pulling the young across
dragging so many on this Saturday night
I can smell old tractor's exhaust

But the rain on the sounds so pretty
And the cowboys are fearful the
But done broke from his ragged old pen
making a run for the coast

Well, there's a place down on Main
across from the bank
Somebody one on the line
twenty foot up on that Frontier Hotel
Where back in twenty-nine

Well, city took most of this little old town
'Cause we live on what they the flame
Well, I read all it in the cafe downtown
they got that old newspaper frame

But the on the roof sounds so pretty
The are fearful the most
But Deena done broke from his old pen
It's making a run for the

My grandmother called ten minutes ago
Like she does almost every
She said they come home way early from the old
When a big had knocked off the lights

Well, she a cowboy got buckin'
Just it went dark
On a boat that they called Tree'
And nobody's saw if he finished his ride
So I guess I'll forget about

But the rain on the roof so pretty
And the are fearful the most
But Deena done broke his ragged old pen
It's making a run for the

But done broke from his ragged old pen
It's a run for the coast