Luyện nghe bài hát California Cottonfields

My driftin' mem'ry goes back to the of '43
When I was just a child in mama's
My daddy plowed the ground and prayed that day we could leave
run down mortaged Oklahoma farm
Then one night I my daddy sayin' to my mama
That he finally enough for us to go
California was his dream a paradise he had seen
in magazines that told him so
California
Where labor camps were full of worried men broken dreams
California cottonfields was as close to as daddy ever came
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everything we had was sold or left behind
From daddy's plow and the fruit that canned
Some folks came to say and see what all we had to sell
But some came to shake my daddy's hand
The A was loaded down and California bound
And a change of luck was just days away
But the only change I remember seeing for my daddy
Was when his dark hair had turned to gray
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