Luyện nghe bài hát California Cottonfields

My driftin' mem'ry goes to the spring of '43
I was just a child in mama's arms
My daddy plowed the ground and prayed that day he could leave
run down mortaged Oklahoma farm

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

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

Almost everything we had to sow we left
From my plows to the fruit that mama canned
folks came to say farewell and see what all we had to sell
Some just came to shake my hand

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

California cottonfields
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