Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble in the Fields

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

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

And all this in our fields
If this rain can fall, these wounds can
They'll take our native soil
But if we sell that new John
And then work these crops with sweat and tears
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 these fields

There's a book up on the shelf the dust bowl days
And there's a bit of you and a little bit of me
In the photos on every
Now our children live in the and they rest upon our shoulders
They want the rain to fall or the weather 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