Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Fields

Baby, I know that got trouble in the fields
When the bankers swarm locusts they're turning away our yields
Our dreams by our silo, silver in the rain
And leave our pockets full of and our dreams in the golden grain
Have you the folks in line downtown at the station?
They're all buying their out and they're talking a great depression
Our parents had their hard times years ago
When they stood out in these empty fields in dust as deep as
And all this trouble in our
If this rain can fall, these wounds can
They'll take our native soil
If we sell new John Deere
Then we'll these farm with sweat and tears
You'll be the mule, be the plow
Come harvest time, we'll it out
There's a lot of love
Here in these troubled
There's a book up on the shelf the dust bowl days
a little bit of you and a little bit of me in the photos in every page
Now our children live in the city and rest upon our shoulders
They never want the rain to or the weather to get colder
And all trouble in our fields
If this rain can fall these wounds can
They'll never take our soil, no
If we sell new John Deere
Then we'll work these 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
in these troubled fields
You'll be the mule, be the plow
Come time, we'll work it out
still a lot of love
Here in these troubled