Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Fields

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

I can see the folks up downtown at the station
They're all buying tickets out and they're talking a Great Depression
Our parents had hard times fifty years ago
When they stood out in these empty fields, in 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 then we'll work these crops with sweat and tears

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

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

And all this trouble in our
If rain can fall these wounds can heal
They'll never 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

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