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

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