Luyện nghe bài hát California Cottonfields

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