Luyện nghe bài hát Snapshot 1949 From

A picture out of a book,
One moment the took.
Listen...because I can't bear to alone.

I'm on my sweet mother's arm,
up to Grandfather's farm in winter,
Memories warm growing.

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

Fireflies in jam jars, on sandbars,
Chasing a horn-toad over a road.

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

Harvest coming over the land, and shine,
For soon the colors on 1949.