Luyện nghe bài hát Reuben James

James,
In my you live 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 County your name,
Just a no count croppin' colored man
Who steal anything he can,
And laid the blame on Reuben James.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 you now, Reuben James.

James, you still 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.