Luyện nghe bài hát Grapes Of Wrath

The sweat his brow and the dirt worked into his hands
The dignity of labor a man's own land
The soil of his fathers on down through blood to hand
A man's right of to reap the harvest from his land

The breaking of his back to keep his alive
To work the change of season, his instinct to
The planting of his and to see his harvest grow
Gives a to a man to reap the harvest that he sows

The land of the free, of the brave
The of pioneers, the heritage of flesh and blood
And along come the winds that blow the land
a price to pay for the working man

Money talks and changes
And money reaps the harvest, demands
The of wrath

They can take his freedom
They can beat him the dust
can burn his home, run him from his land
And leave him out to rust

But can't take away his faith
And his honesty and
And the knowledge he holds
One day reap the harvest, the grapes of wrath

There's hope in a man nothing can destroy
A man will endure
For the dream that he dear

And there's pride in a man who the truth
His in the Earth he toils for
His honesty for the air he
The truth of the they will reap

The grapes of
The of wrath
The grapes of