Luyện nghe bài hát Farmer's Song

Well I hate to say the
Was the last of a breed
off the land
And taking what he
Don't say much for the
When a family can't
I'd hate to say the
Was the of his kind.

In the for parity
Not one voice can sound
the foundation
of the
Is in the ground.
Yeah, they want to the world
But for and for greed
Then cut off the supply
they get what they need.

Well I I saw a dust bowl
Where the farmers used to
Earth was through the sky
It had nothing left to
were burning
On the lawn
woke up one morning
And the farmers all were

I to say the farmer
Was the of a dying breed
off the land
And taking he needs.
Don't say much for the
When a family survive.
I'd to say the farmer
Was the of his kind.