Luyện nghe bài hát Grapes Of Wrath

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

The breaking of his back to his dream alive
To the change of season, his instinct to survive
The planting of his seed and to see his grow
Gives a pride to a man to reap the harvest that he

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

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

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

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

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

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

The of wrath
The of wrath
The of wrath