Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of The Corn

Out in the field when the first has born
Folks sing a song, song of the
Late in the day when the are sworn
Folks tell a tale, tale of the

I a commotion one late afternoon
Someone was singing a tune
As I lay watching hoist up the cross
Something was burning, was lost

Could you what the scarecrow had seen
Folks to fall down to their knees
Rumors of strangers been buried
Black bats and send chills at my spine