Luyện nghe bài hát Reuben James

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

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

James,
you still walk the 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 County died with child
And although skin was black,
You were the one didn't turn your back
On the hungry white with no name, Reuben James.

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

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

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

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