Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble in the Fields

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

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

And all this trouble in our
If this rain can fall, these wounds can
They'll take our native soil
But if we sell new John Deere
And then work these crops with sweat and tears
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

There's a book up on the shelf about the bowl 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 the rain to fall or the weather to get colder

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