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

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