Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Fields

Baby, I that we got trouble in the fields
And the bankers swarm like out there, turning away our yields
And the trains roll by our silo, silver in the
Leave our pockets full of nothing but these dreams of the golden

I can see the folks lined up downtown at the
They're all buying their tickets out and they're talking a Depression
Our parents had their times fifty years ago
When stood out in these empty fields, in dust as deep as snow

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

be the mule, I'll be the plow
Come harvest time, work it out
There's still a lot of love here in these fields

There's a book up on the shelf about the bowl days
There's a little bit of you and a bit of me in the photos on every page
Our children in the city and they rest upon our shoulders
They don't want the rain to fall or the weather to get

And all this trouble in our
If this rain can these wounds can heal
They'll never take our native
And if we sell that new John Deere and then work 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 troubled fields

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