Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble in the Fields

Baby I that we've got trouble in the fields
When the bankers 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 dreams and the golden

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

And all this trouble in our
If this rain can fall, these wounds can
They'll never our native soil
But if we sell that new Deere
And then work these crops with sweat and tears
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 fields

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