Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Fields

Baby, I that we got trouble in the fields
And the bankers swarm like locusts out there, away our yields
And the trains by our silo, silver in the rain
Leave our pockets full of but these dreams of the golden grain

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

And all trouble in our fields
If this can fall these wounds can heal
never take our native soil
And if we sell that new John then we'll 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 here in these troubled fields

There's a up on the shelf about the dust bowl days
There's a little bit of you and a little bit of me in the photos on every
Our live 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 fall wounds can heal
They'll take our native soil
And if we sell that new Deere and then we'll work these crops with sweat and tears
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 fields

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