Luyện nghe bài hát Grapes Of Wrath

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The of wrath
The of wrath
The grapes of