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

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