Luyện nghe bài hát Rain On The Scarecrow

(John M. Green)
on a wooden cross, blackbird in the barn
Four empty acres that used to be my farm
I grew up like my did, my grandpa cleared this land
When I was I walked the fence while Grandpa held my hand

Rain on the scarecrow, on the plow
This fed a nation, this land made me proud
And son I'm just sorry no legacy for you now
Rain on the scarecrow, on the plow
on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
The crops we last summer weren't enough to pay the loan
Couldn't buy the to plant this spring and the Farmers Bank foreclosed
Called my old Schepman up to auction off the land
He said John it's my job and I hope you understand
Well calling it your job ol' hoss sure make it right
But if you want me to I'll say a for your soul tonight
And on the front porch with a Bible in her hand
Sometimes i hear her singing, "Take me to the Land."
When you away a man's dignity he can't work his fields and cows
be blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
Blood on the scarecrow, blood on the
Well there's ninety-seven crosses in the courthouse yard
Ninety-seven families who lost farms
I think about my grandpa and my and my name
And some I feel like dyin' like that scarecrow in the rain
Rain on the scarecrow, on the plow
land fed a nation, this land made me proud
And son I'm just they're just memories for you now
Rain on the scarecrow, on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow, on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the
THis fed a nationk this land made me proud
And son I'm just they're just memories for you now
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the
Rain on the scarecrow, on the plow