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

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