Luyện nghe bài hát California Cottonfields

My driftin' mem'ry goes back to the of '43
When I was just a child in arms
My daddy plowed the ground and prayed that some day he leave
This run down mortaged farm

Then one I heard my daddy sayin' to my mama
He saved enough for us to go
California was his dream a paradise wall he had
Pictures in magazines that him so

cottonfields
Where labor camps were filled with worried men with broken
California cottonfields was as close to wealth as ever came

Almost everything we had to sow we behind
From my daddy's plows to the fruit that mama
Some folks came to say and see what all we had to sell
just came to shake my daddy's hand

The Model A was loaded down and bound
And a change of luck was just four away
But the only change that I seeing for my daddy
Was when his hair had turned to silver gray

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