Luyện nghe bài hát America The Pitiful

Oh for smoggy skies
With amber lanes of
Dreadful mountain poverty's
So many infants

America,
God shed his wrath on
No livelihood, It's not good
From sea to sea

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

America,
God shed his death on
No livelihood, it's not good
From sea to sea

Oh for spacious skies

With waves of grain
With purple mountain
Above the plain

America,
God shed his grace on
With crown thy and brotherhood
sea to shining sea