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

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