Garth Brooks American Dream
Đóng góp: and the oil fields fed our family
'neath the amber waves of grain
god, he was our savior
though his name awas spoke in vain
my dad would leave for work each morning
in the twlight's last gleaming
' Cause every day I'd awaken
To the American Dream
'neath the amber waves of grain
god, he was our savior
though his name awas spoke in vain
my dad would leave for work each morning
in the twlight's last gleaming
' Cause every day I'd awaken
To the American Dream
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