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

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