Luyện nghe bài hát Rain On The Scarecrow

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

Rain on the scarecrow, on the plow
land fed a nation, this land made me proud
And son I'm just there's no legacy for you now
on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the
The crops we grew last summer enough to pay the loan
Couldn't buy the seed to this spring and the Farmers Bank foreclosed
my old friend Schepman up to auction off the land
He said it's just my job and I hope you understand
calling it your job ol' hoss sure don't make it right
But if you want me to I'll say a prayer for your soul
And on the front porch with a Bible in her hand
Sometimes i hear her singing, "Take me to the Land."
When you take away a 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 ninety-seven farms
I think my grandpa and my neighbors and my name
And some nights I feel like dyin' like that scarecrow in the
on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
This land fed a nation, this land me proud
And son I'm just sorry just memories for you now
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the
on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow, on the plow
THis land fed a this land made me proud
And son I'm just sorry just memories for you now
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the
Rain on the scarecrow, on the plow