Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble in the Fields

Baby I know that we've got trouble in the
When the bankers swarm locust out there turning away our yield
The trains by our silos, silver in the rain
They leave our pockets full of
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 hard times fifty ago
When they stood out in these empty fields in dust as deep as

And all trouble in our fields
If rain can fall, these wounds can heal
never take our native soil
But if we that new John Deere
And then work these crops with sweat and tears
be the mule I'll be the plow
Come harvest time we'll it out
There's still a lot of love, here in these troubled

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

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