Luyện nghe bài hát Reuben James

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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