Luyện nghe bài hát Rain On The Scarecrow

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

Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the
This land fed a nation, this made me proud
And son I'm just there's no legacy for you now
Rain on the scarecrow, on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the
The crops we grew last weren't enough to pay the loan
Couldn't buy the seed to this spring and the Farmers Bank foreclosed
Called my old friend up to auction off the land
He said John just my job and I hope you understand
Well calling it job ol' hoss sure don't make it right
But if you want me to I'll say a prayer for your soul
And Grandma's on the front porch a Bible in her hand
Sometimes i hear her singing, "Take me to the Land."
When you take away a man's he can't work his fields and cows
There'll be blood on the scarecrow, 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 and my neighbors and my name
And nights I feel like dyin' like that scarecrow in the rain
Rain on the scarecrow, on the plow
This fed a nation, this 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, blood on the
on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
THis land fed a nationk this made me proud
And son I'm just they're just memories for you now
on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the