Luyện nghe bài hát Winter Wheat

I to have lost my patience
Waiting for the clouds of dust the custom cutters
The foreman to say, he would be here any day
his convoy of threshing machines

Now would make a man make a promise he can't keep?
A cutter crew could clear this harvest in a week
While me on my John Deere would more than a year
To lay down harvest of winter wheat

Winter, wheat
The grain is groaning on the
the custom cutter comes and the harvest is in
Perhaps I'll find my again

I allow as how I have my own
I was counting on this crop to lay my down
And I admit that there's a limit to my
But it all to hell, they should have been here by now

It's a hundred days preparing the
And it's a million seeds you sow and scare a thousand crows
But when the moon is in it takes just one cold rainy day
To it all get washed away