Luyện nghe bài hát Reuben James

James,
In my song you again,
And the phrases that I
Are just the out of time
From the time when I knew you, James.

James,
All the folks Madison County cussed your name,
Just a no count share croppin' man
Who steal anything he can,
And everybody the blame on Reuben James.

James,
you still the furrowed fields of my mind.
The faded shirt, the weathered
The calloused hands the plough
I loved you then and I love you now, James.

Flora Gray, the gossip of Madison County died with
And although your was black,
You were the one that turn your back
On the white child with no name, Reuben James.

Reuben James, with your mind on my
And the bible in right hand.
You said turn the cheek,
There's a better awaiting for the meek
In my mind words remain from Reuben James

James,
You walk the furrowed fields of my mind
The faded shirt, the weathered
The calloused hands upon the
I loved you then and I love you now, James

James,
One dark cloudy day that brought you from the
And to your lonely box came
Just a preacher, me and the
Just to sing one last for Reuben James.

James,
You still the furrowed fields of my mind.
The shirt, the weathered brow,
The calloused hands the plough,
I you then and I love you now, Reuben James.

James,
You still walk the fields of my mind.
The faded shirt, the weathered
The calloused hands the plough,
I loved you then and I you now, Reuben James.

Reuben James, you still walk the furrowed fields of my
The faded shirt, the brow
The calloused hands upon the
I loved you then and I you now, Reuben James.