Luyện nghe bài hát America The Pitiful

Oh pitiful for skies
With lanes of waste
With Dreadful poverty's
So infants slain

America,
God shed his wrath on
No livelihood, It's just not
sea to blackened sea

Time ticks away, but they play
plans of conquering
The industry, they they're free
Toy soldiers of the

America,
God his death on thee
No livelihood, just not good
sea to blackened sea

Oh Beautiful for spacious

amber waves of grain
With mountain majesties
Above the fruited

America,
God shed his grace on
crown thy hood and brotherhood
From sea to sea