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

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