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

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