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 there turning away our
The trains by our silos, silver in the rain
They leave our full of nothing
But our dreams and the golden

Have you the folks in line downtown at the station
They're all buying ticket out and talking the great depression
Our parents had their times fifty years ago
they stood out in these empty 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 sell new John Deere
And then we'll work these crops with and tears
You'll be the mule be the plow
Come time we'll work it out
There's still a lot of love, here in these fields

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

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