Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble in the Fields

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

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

And all trouble in our fields
If rain can fall, these wounds can heal
never take our native soil
But if we sell that new John
And then we'll work these crops with 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 troubled fields

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

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