Luyện nghe bài hát California Cottonfields

My driftin' memory goes back to the of '43
When I was a child in momma's arms
My plowed the ground and prayed someday he could leave
This run-down mortgaged farm

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

cottonfields
Where labor camps were
worried men with broken dreams
California
As to wealth as daddy ever came

Almost we had was sold or left behind
From my daddy's plow to the fruit that canned
Some folks came to say farewell or see all we had to sell
Some just came to shake my hand

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

California
labor camps were filled
With worried men broken dreams
cottonfields
As close to wealth as daddy came