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

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