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

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