Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble in the Fields

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

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

And all this trouble in our
If this can fall, these wounds can heal
They'll take our native soil
But if we sell that new Deere
And then we'll these crops with sweat and tears
You'll be the mule I'll be the
harvest time we'll work 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 there's a little bit of you and a bit of me
In the photos on every
Now our children live in the city and they rest upon our
They never want the rain to 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, in these troubled fields