Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble in the Fields

Baby I that we've got trouble in the fields
When the bankers swarm like out there turning away our yield
The roll by our silos, silver in the rain
leave our pockets full of nothing
But our dreams and the golden

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

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

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

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