Luyện nghe bài hát Rain Follows The Plow

"To with Boston's urban sprawl,"
said I to you, wife.
"We'll our wagon to the Western call,
Give the a better life.
For now sand,
these hands,
will a garden."

The Sodom of the east us,
rain will the plow.
smiles upon us,
for rain the plow.

I worked that land all my worth,
the soil to the sky.
The fields simply would not
our of wheat and rye.
I'd doubt that the drought
would cede to showers.

deception
that would follow the plow.
May God shine grace us
so rain may the plow.

Destiny: The railroad's tyranny.
Cholera, a loss,
on the cross.

The dream has died.

Now I kneel your grave,
to my mistakes.
The that I toiled
gave, but now it takes.
And I every day
that this gun I'll join you.

No manna the heavens,
no rain to the plow.
This desert no Eden,
no rain the plow.