Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Fields

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

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

And all this in our fields
If this rain can fall these wounds can
They'll never our native soil
And if we sell that new Deere then we'll work these crops with sweat and tears

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

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

And all this in our fields
If this rain can these wounds can heal
They'll take our native soil
And if we sell that new John Deere and then we'll work these with sweat and tears
You'll be the mule, I'll be the
Come harvest time work it out
still a lot of love here in these troubled fields

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