Luyện nghe bài hát Dust Bowl Refugee

I'm a bowl refugee,
Just a dust refugee,
that dust bowl to the peach bowl,
Now that fuzz is a-killin' me.

'Cross the to the sea,
Come the wife and and me.
It's a hot old highway
For a dust refugee.

Hard, it's always been way,
Here and on our way
Down that mountain, the desert,
Just a dust refugee.

We are ramblers, so say,
We are only today,
Then we with the seasons,
We're the dust refugees.

From the south and the drought land,
the wife and kids and me,
And this old is a hard world
For a dust refugee.

Yes, we ramble and we
And the highway our home,
It's a never-ending
For a bowl refugee.

Yes, we wander and we
In your and in your fruit,
the whirlwinds on the desert
That's the dust refugees.

I'm a dust refugee,
I'm a dust refugee,
And I wonder I always
Be a bowl refugee?