Luyện nghe bài hát The Dreaming Fields

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

Oh, my grandfather stood here as a younger man
In nineteen and forty
And the sweat and his tears, the rain and the years
He grew life the soil and seed, oh

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

And these they dream of wheat in the summertime
Grandchildren running
And the of hay at the end of the day
And the that just scared me

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

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

Like the rain on the roof on the porch by the
Where my grandmother sings, I can if I listen
Running down, running to the end of the world I loved
will be my harvest now

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