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 of his fathers passed on down through blood to hand
A man's right of birth to reap the harvest from his

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

The land of the free, home of the
The heartland of pioneers, the of flesh and blood
And along come the winds blow through the land
With a to pay for the working man

talks and changes hands
And money the harvest, money demands
The grapes of

They can take his freedom
They can beat him into the
They can burn his home, run him his land
And leave him out to gather

But they can't take away his
And his honesty and
And the he holds inside
One day they'll reap the harvest, the of wrath

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

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

The of wrath
The of wrath
The grapes of