Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble in the Fields

Baby I that we've got trouble in the fields
When the bankers swarm like locust out there turning away our
The trains by our silos, silver in the rain
They leave our pockets full of
But our dreams and the grain

Have you seen the folks in line at the station
They're all buying ticket out and talking the great depression
Our parents had hard times fifty years ago
When they stood out in these empty fields in dust as deep as

And all trouble in our fields
If this rain can fall, wounds can heal
They'll never take our native
But if we sell new John Deere
And then we'll work these with sweat and tears
You'll be the mule I'll be the
harvest time we'll work it out
There's still a lot of love, in these troubled fields

There's a book up on the shelf about the dust bowl
And there's a bit of you and a little bit of me
In the on every page
Now our children live in the and they rest upon our shoulders
They never want the rain to or the weather to get colder

You'll be the mule I'll be the
Come harvest time we'll it out
There's still a lot of love, here in these troubled