Luyện nghe bài hát The Rain Follows the Plow

Straight I learned to pray
He upon the sky
You go to when you die
But keep that of fire in mind
Broke all the at Catholic school
to a life of crime
When I that motorbike
I left a trail of tears

Had casual sex, cigarettes
Threw to the wind
Was a winding path that I always plan to get back to you

Till the ground 'neath under
The rain the plow
But it was never as profound as I had it to be
The birds, they sang the rites of
In summer's
I sat down to a world that's comfortable in green

A red feather and a Celtic cross
Are into my ear
No matter where I went, I meant to make my way here