🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: The Dreaming Fields - Trisha Yearwood

  the sun rolls down, big as a miracle
 And fades from the Midwest 
 And the corn and the trees wave in the 
 As if  say goodbye
 Oh,  grandfather stood right here as a younger man
 In nineteen  forty three
 And with the sweat and his tears, the  and the years
  grew life from the soil and seed
 
 Oh I'm goin' down to the dreaming 
 But  will be my harvest now
 Where every tear that  on a memory
 Feels like rain  the rusted plow
 Rain on  rusted plow
 
 And these fields they  of wheat in the summertime
 Grandchildren  free
 And the bales of hay at the  of the day
 And the scarecrow that just  me
 
  the houses they grow like weeds in a flower bed
  morning the silo fell
 Seems the only way a man can live off  land these days
 Is  buy and sell
 
 So I'm goin' down to  dreaming fields
 But what will be  harvest now
 Where  tear that falls on a memory
 Feels like rain on  rusted plow
 Rain on the  plow
 
  the rain on the roof on the porch by the kitchen
  as my grandmother sings, I can hear if I listen
 Running down, running down to the  of the world I loved
 This will be  harvest now
 
 And the sun rolls down, big as a 
 And  in the Midwest sky
 And the corn and the trees wave in  breeze
 As if  say goodbye
 As if to say