Luyện nghe bài hát California Cottonfields

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