🎵 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 in the 
 As if to  goodbye
 Oh, my grandfather  right here as a younger man
 In  and forty three
 And with the sweat and  tears, the rain and the years
 He grew life from the  and seed
 
 Oh I'm  down to the dreaming fields
 But what will  my harvest now
  every tear that falls on a memory
 Feels  rain on the rusted plow
 Rain on  rusted plow
 
 And these fields they dream of  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  a flower bed
  morning the silo fell
 Seems the only way a man can  off the land these days
 Is to buy  sell
 
 So I'm goin' down to  dreaming fields
 But  will be my harvest now
 Where every tear  falls on a memory
 Feels like rain on  rusted plow
 Rain on  rusted plow
 
 Like the rain on the  on the porch by the kitchen
 Where as my grandmother  I can hear if I listen
 Running down, running down to the end of the world  loved
 This will be my  now
 
 And the sun rolls down, big as a 
 And  in the Midwest sky
 And  corn and the trees wave in the breeze
 As if to say 
 As  to say goodbye