Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Fields

Baby, I know that we got trouble in the
And the swarm like locusts out there, turning away our yields
And the roll 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 at the station
They're all buying their tickets out and talking a Great Depression
Our parents had hard times fifty years ago
When they stood out in these empty fields, in dust as deep as

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

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

There's a book up on the shelf about the dust 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 they upon our shoulders
They don't want the to fall or the weather to get colder

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

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