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

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