Luyện nghe bài hát The Dreaming Fields

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

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

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

And fields they dream of wheat in the summertime
Grandchildren free
And the of hay at the end of the day
And the scarecrow that just me

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

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

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

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