Luyện nghe bài hát Grapes Of Wrath

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

The of his back to keep his dream alive
To work the of season, his instinct to survive
The planting of his and to see his harvest grow
Gives a to a man to reap the harvest that he sows

The land of the free, of the brave
The heartland of pioneers, the heritage of flesh and
And along come the winds blow through the land
a price to pay for the working man

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

They can take his freedom
They can beat him into the
They can burn his home, run him his land
And leave him out to gather

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

hope in a man that nothing can destroy
A man endure anything
For the dream that he holds

And there's pride in a man who the truth
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 of wrath