Luyện nghe bài hát California Cotton Fields

My driftin' memory goes to the spring of '43
When I was just a in momma's arms
My daddy plowed the ground and someday he could leave
This mortgaged Oklahoma farm

And then one I heard my daddy sayin' to my momma
That he'd finally enough to go
California was his dream, a for he had seen
Pictures in magazines told him so

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Where camps were filled
With men with broken dreams
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As close to as daddy ever came

Almost everything we had was sold or left
From my daddy's to the fruit that momma canned
Some folks came to say farewell or see what all we had to
Some came to shake my daddy's hand

That a was loaded down and California bound
And a change of luck was just days away
But the only that I remember seein' for my daddy
Was when his dark hair to silver gray

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Where labor camps were
With worried men broken dreams
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As to wealth as daddy ever came