Luyện nghe bài hát Snapshot 1949 From

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

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

coming over the hill, rising pine,
Hear lonesome whippoorwill, it's 1949.

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

Those gentle hearts, the earth graces,
Working men, long and long faces,
A bright moon, the freight train home.

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