Luyện nghe bài hát Rain On The Scarecrow

(John M. Green)
on a wooden cross, blackbird in the barn
Four hundred empty acres used to be my farm
I grew up my daddy did, my grandpa cleared this land
When I was I walked the fence while Grandpa held my hand

Rain on the scarecrow, on the plow
This land fed a nation, this land made me
And son I'm just sorry there's no for you now
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the
on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
The crops we grew last summer enough to pay the loan
Couldn't buy the seed to plant spring and the Farmers Bank foreclosed
Called my old friend Schepman up to auction off the
He said John it's my job and I hope you understand
calling it your job ol' hoss sure don't make it right
But if you want me to I'll say a prayer for soul tonight
And Grandma's on the front porch with a Bible in her
i hear her singing, "Take me to the Promised Land."
When you take away a man's dignity he can't his fields and cows
There'll be on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
Blood on the scarecrow, blood on the
there's ninety-seven crosses planted in the courthouse yard
Ninety-seven families who lost ninety-seven
I think about my grandpa and my and my name
And some nights I feel like dyin' that scarecrow in the rain
Rain on the scarecrow, on the plow
This land fed a nation, land made me proud
And son I'm just sorry just memories for you now
on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow, on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the
THis land fed a nationk this made me proud
And son I'm just sorry they're just for you now
on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the