Luyện nghe bài hát Rain On The Scarecrow

(John M. Green)
Scarecrow on a wooden cross, blackbird in the
hundred empty acres that used to be my farm
I grew up like my daddy did, my grandpa cleared this
When I was five I walked the while 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 sorry no legacy for you now
on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow, on the plow
The crops we grew last summer weren't to pay the loan
buy the seed to plant this spring and the Farmers Bank foreclosed
Called my old friend up to auction off the land
He said John it's 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 soul tonight
And on the front porch with a Bible in her hand
Sometimes i hear her singing, "Take me to the Land."
When you take away a man's dignity he work 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 and my neighbors and my name
And some nights I feel dyin' like that scarecrow in the rain
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the
This land fed a nation, land 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
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the
THis land fed a nationk this land made me
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