Luyện nghe bài hát The Dreaming Fields

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

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

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

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

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

I'm going to the dreaming fields
But what will be my now
every tear that 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, running down to the end of the world I
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