Luyện nghe bài hát Reuben James

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

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

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

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

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

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

James,
You walk 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, James.

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

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