Luyện nghe bài hát Reuben James

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

James,
All the folks around Madison County your name,
Just a no count croppin' colored man
Who would steal 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 you then and I love you now, Reuben James.

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

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

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

James,
One dark cloudy day that brought you from the
And to your lonely box came
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 hands upon the plough,
I you then and I love you now, Reuben James.

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

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