Luyện nghe bài hát Pastures Of Plenty

It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have
My poor feet have this hot dusty road
Out of your Dust and Westward we rolled
And through so hot and through mountains so cold

I worked in your orchards of and prunes
I slept on the in the light of the moon
On the of the city you'll see us and then
We come with the dust and we go with the

California, Arizona, I have on your crops
Well its North up to Oregon to your hops
Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from vine
To set on your table your light sparkling

Green of plenty from dry desert ground
From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run
Every state in the Union us migrants been
We'll work in this fight and fight till we win

It's always we rambled, river and I
All along your valley, I will work till I die
My land I'll defend with my if it be
Cause my pastures of plenty always be free