Luyện nghe bài hát Winter Wheat

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

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

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

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

It's a hundred preparing the fields
And it's a million seeds you sow and scare a thousand hungry
But when the harvest is in it takes just one cold rainy day
To watch it all get washed