Luyện nghe bài hát Grapes Of Wrath

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

The breaking of his back to keep his 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 that he sows

The land of the free, of the brave
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

Money and changes hands
And reaps the harvest, money demands
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 they'll the harvest, the grapes of wrath

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 for the air he breathes
The truth of the harvest they will

The grapes of
The of wrath
The of wrath