Luyện nghe bài hát Reuben James

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

James,
All the around Madison County cussed your name,
Just a no share croppin' colored man
Who would anything he can,
And laid the blame on Reuben James.

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

Flora Gray, the of Madison County died with child
And your skin was black,
You were the one that didn't turn your
On the white child with no name, Reuben James.

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

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

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

James,
You walk 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 furrowed of my mind.
The shirt, the weathered brow
The calloused upon the plough,
I loved you then and I love you now, James.

Reuben 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 you now, Reuben James.