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

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