Luyện nghe bài hát Rain On The Scarecrow

Scarecrow on a wooden cross, blackbird in the
Four hundred empty acres used to be my farm
I grew up like my daddy did, my grandpa this land
When I was five, I a fence while grandpa held my hand

Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the
This land fed a nation, this land me proud
And son, I'm just sorry, there's no for you now
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the

The crops we grew last summer enough to pay the loans
Couldn't buy the seed to plant this spring and the farmers foreclosed
Called my old friend Schepman up to auction off the
He said, "John, just my job and I hope you understand"

Hey, it your job, ol' hoss, sure don't make it right
But if you want me to say a prayer for your soul tonight
And on the front porch swing with a Bible in her hand
Sometimes I hear her singing, "Take me to the land"
When you take away a dignity he can't work his fields and cows

There'll be blood on the scarecrow, blood on the
Blood on the scarecrow, on the plow

Well theres crosses planted in the courthouse yard
And ninety-seven families who lost farms
I about my grandpa, my neighbors and my name
And some nights I feel like dyin' like that in the rain

on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
This land fed a nation, yeah, land made me proud
And son, I'm just sorry, just memories for you now
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the
on the scarecrow, blood on the plow

Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the
Yeah, this land fed a nation, this land made me so
Son, I'm just sorry they're memories for you now
on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the