Luyện nghe bài hát California Cottonfields

My drifting memory goes back to the of '43
When I was just a child in arms
My ploughed the ground
And that someday he might leave
This run down mortgaged farm
Then one day I heard my Daddy to my Mamma
he had finally saved enough to go
Well California was his of Paradise for he had seen
in a magazine that told him so
California fields
When labor camps were filled with worried men broken dreams
California fields
As to wealth as Daddy ever came
Almost everything we had was sold or behind
From my Daddy's plough to the fruit Mamma canned
Yes some folks to say farewell
And to see all we had to sell
Some just came shake my hand
Yeah the Model A was loaded down and California
But the change it looked just four days
But the change that I remember seeing in my Daddy
Was when his dark hair to silver gray
California cotton
labor camps were filled with worried men with broken dreams
California cotton
As close to as Daddy ever came
Yeah the Model A was loaded down and California
But the change it just four days away
But the only change that I remember seeing in my
Was his dark hair turned to silver gray
cotton fields
When labor camps filled with worried men with broken dreams
California cotton
As close to wealth as Daddy ever