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

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