Luyện nghe bài hát Something In The Rain

Mom and Dad have the fields
I don't know how many
I'm a boy but I know how
And go to school work is slow

We have seen our country's
to Illinois
And when come our way
Oh yeah, I've my daddy pray

There's something wrong with little
I hear her crying by my
Mama's shaking as she her
We try to her through the night

And Mom says, Close you eyes,
of someplace far from here
Like the pictures in your
you can take us there

There must be in the rain
I'm not sure just what that
Abuelita talks of of man
Of dust in our hands

There must be in the rain
Well, what else could cause this
Those airplanes the plants so things can grow
Oh no, it must be something in the

Little gone away
Mama's working again
And me, I I understand
About our life, about our

Well, talkers and dreamers dream
I find a place between
I'm but I believe
That we can these hurting fields

'Cause there's something in the
But more here in our hands
'Buelita's about the sins of man
profits rape the land

And the rains are pouring
From the to the towns
And until we break the chains
There's something in the