Luyện nghe bài hát Reuben James

James,
In my song you again,
And the phrases that I
Are the footsteps out of time
From the time when I you, Reuben James.

James,
All the folks Madison County cussed your name,
Just a no count share croppin' man
Who steal anything he can,
And everybody laid the blame on James.

James,
you walk the furrowed fields of my mind.
The shirt, the weathered brow
The calloused hands the plough
I loved you then and I love you now, James.

Flora Gray, the gossip of Madison died with child
And although your was black,
You were the one that didn't turn back
On the hungry white with no name, Reuben James.

Reuben James, with mind on my soul
And the in your right hand.
You said turn the cheek,
a better world awaiting for the meek
In my mind words remain from Reuben James

James,
You walk the furrowed fields of my mind
The shirt, the weathered brow
The calloused upon the plough
I loved you then and I love you now, Reuben

James,
One cloudy day that brought you from the fields
And to lonely pine box came
a preacher, me and the rain
Just to sing one last refrain for James.

James,
You walk the furrowed fields of my mind.
The shirt, the weathered brow,
The calloused upon the plough,
I loved you then and I love you now, James.

James,
You still the furrowed fields of my mind.
The faded shirt, the weathered
The hands upon the plough,
I loved you then and I you now, Reuben James.

Reuben James, you still walk the fields of my mind
The shirt, the weathered brow
The hands upon the plough
I loved you and I love you now, Reuben James.