Luyện nghe bài hát Snapshot 1949 From

A picture out of a book,
One the photographer took.
Listen...because I bear to look alone.

I'm hanging on my sweet arm,
Rolling up to Grandfather's in winter,
warm with growing.

Scarecrow coming the hill, rising pine,
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill, 1949.

in jam jars, bare-foot on sandbars,
Chasing a horn-toad a dirt road.

gentle hearts, the cold earth graces,
Working men, long hours and faces,
A bright moon, the freight chases home.

coming over the land, rise and shine,
For soon the fade on 1949.