Luyện nghe bài hát The Dreaming Fields

Oh, the sun down, big as a miracle
And from the Midwest sky
And the corn and the wave in the breeze
As if to say

Oh, my stood right here as a younger man
In and forty three
And with the and his tears, the rain and the years
He life from the soil and seed, oh

I'm going to the dreaming fields
But what will be my now
Where every that falls on a memory
Feels like on the rusted plow, rain on the rusted plow

And these fields they of wheat in the summertime
running free
And the of hay at the end of the day
And the scarecrow that scared me

Now the houses, they grow like in a flower bed
morning the silo fell
Seems the only way a man can live off the land these
Is to buy and sell, so

I'm going down to the dreaming
But what be my harvest now
Where every tear falls on a memory
Feels like rain on the plow, rain on the rusted plow

Like the on the roof on the porch by the kitchen
my grandmother sings, I can hear if I listen
Running down, down to the end of the world I loved
This be my harvest now

And the sun rolls down, big as
And in the Midwest sky
And the corn and the trees in the breeze
As if to say goodbye, as if to say