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

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