Luyện nghe bài hát Grapes Of Wrath

The sweat upon his brow and the dirt worked his hands
The dignity of labor upon a own land
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 the change 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, home of the
The heartland of pioneers, the heritage of and blood
And along come the winds 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
They can beat him into the
can burn his home, run him from his land
And leave him out to rust

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

There's hope in a man that nothing can
A man will endure
For the dream that he 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 truth of the harvest will reap

The grapes of
The grapes of
The grapes of