Luyện nghe bài hát Reuben James

James,
In my you live again,
And the phrases I rhyme
Are the footsteps out of time
From the time I knew you, Reuben James.

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

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

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

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

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

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