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 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 change of season, his to survive
The planting of his seed and to see his grow
Gives a pride to a man to reap the that he sows

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

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

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

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

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

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

The of wrath
The grapes of
The of wrath