Luyện nghe bài hát California Cottonfields

My drifting goes back to the Spring of '43
When I was just a in Mama's arms
My daddy the ground
And that someday he might leave
run down mortgaged Oklahoma farm
Then one day I heard my Daddy to my Mamma
That he had finally enough to go
California was his dream of Paradise for he had seen
Pictures in a magazine told him so
California cotton
When labor camps were filled with worried men broken dreams
cotton fields
As close to wealth as Daddy 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 what all we had to
Some just came shake my hand
Yeah the Model A was loaded down and bound
But the change it looked just four days
But the only change that I remember in my Daddy
Was when his hair turned to silver gray
cotton fields
When labor camps were filled with men with broken dreams
California fields
As close to wealth as Daddy ever
Yeah the Model A was loaded and California bound
But the change it looked 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 were filled with worried men with broken dreams
California fields
As close to wealth as ever came