Luyện nghe bài hát Rain On The Scarecrow

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

Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the
This land fed a nation, land made me proud
And son I'm just sorry no legacy for you now
on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow, on the plow
The crops we last summer weren't enough to pay the loan
Couldn't buy the seed to plant this spring and the Farmers Bank
Called my old friend Schepman up to auction off the
He said John it's my job and I hope you understand
Well calling it your job ol' hoss 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 a Bible in her hand
Sometimes i her singing, "Take me to the Promised Land."
When you take away a man's dignity he can't work his fields and
be blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
Blood on the scarecrow, on the plow
Well there's ninety-seven crosses planted in the yard
Ninety-seven families who lost farms
I think about my grandpa and my and my name
And some nights I feel like dyin' that scarecrow in the rain
on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
This land fed a nation, this 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
land fed a nationk this land made me proud
And son I'm just sorry they're just for you now
Rain on the scarecrow, on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the