Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble in the Fields

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

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

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

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

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