Luyện nghe bài hát Rain

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

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

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

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

But the rain on the sounds so pretty
The cowboys are the most
But Deena done broke from his old pen
making a run for the coast

My called about ten minutes ago
Like she does almost night
She said they home way early from the old rodeo
a big boat had knocked off the lights

Well, she said a got buckin'
Just before it dark
On a boat that called 'Chequered Tree'
And nobody's saw if he finished his ride
So I guess forget about sleep

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

But Deena done broke his ragged old pen
It's making a run for the