Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble in the Fields

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

Have you seen the in line downtown at the station
They're all buying their out and talking the great depression
Our parents had their times 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 take our native
But if we that new John Deere
And then we'll work these crops with sweat and
You'll be the mule be the plow
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 about the dust bowl days
And a little bit of you and a little bit of me
In the photos on every
Now our children live in the city and rest upon our shoulders
They never want the to fall or the weather to get colder

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