Luyện nghe bài hát My Father's Son

(Dan Carusoe)

Old white washed doors
Rain tin
Straw packed shirt and blue
Hangin' in the
There's never time for these to mend

Up the sun dries
The on my fields
I've got the diesel
Turnin' these wheels

Across land I been handed down
Feel my roots run deep in ground

So stand me up tall in seat
Lord me guide this plow beneath my feet
And turn this over one more time
Some say way of life is done
But not for my son

Generations
Before I ever
Cut these timbers
And bet lives on grain

And I to see just once before I die
Us more than just barely getting by

So stand me up tall in seat
Lord help me this plow beneath my feet
And this earth over one more time
Some say way of life is done
But not for my son

Now and I walk my fence
Down by the old road
And watch the cars go by
And disappear ghosts

Out where the sky meets the amber
Yeah I'm a rock in this God made

So me up tall in this seat
Lord help me guide this plow my feet
And turn this over one more time
Some say way of life is done
But not for my son