Luyện nghe bài hát Grapes Of Wrath

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

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

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

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

They can away his freedom
can beat him into the dust
They can his home, run him from his land
And leave him out to gather

But they can't take his faith
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 can destroy
A man will endure
For the dream he holds dear

And there's pride in a man who knows the
His faith in the he toils for
His for the air he breathes
The of the harvest they will reap

The grapes of
The of wrath
The of wrath