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

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