Luyện nghe bài hát California Cottonfields

My driftin' mem'ry back to the spring of '43
When I was just a child in mama's
My daddy plowed the and prayed that some day he could leave
This run mortaged Oklahoma farm

Then one night I heard my daddy sayin' to my
He finally enough for us to go
California was his dream a paradise he had seen
Pictures in magazines told him so

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

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

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

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