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

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