Luyện nghe bài hát Grapes Of Wrath

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

The breaking of his to keep his dream alive
To work the of season, his instinct to survive
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, home of the
The heartland of pioneers, the of flesh and blood
And along the winds that blow through the land
With a price to pay for the man

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

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

But they take away his faith
And his honesty and
And the he holds inside
One day reap the harvest, the grapes of wrath

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

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

The grapes of
The of wrath
The of wrath