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 passed on down through blood to hand
A right of birth to reap the harvest from his land

The breaking of his back to keep his alive
To work the change of season, his instinct to
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 the winds that blow through the land
With a price to pay for the man

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

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

But can't take away his faith
And his and pride
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 endure anything
For the dream he holds dear

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

The of wrath
The of wrath
The grapes of