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

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