Luyện nghe bài hát Reuben James

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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