Luyện nghe bài hát Pastures Of Plenty

It's a mighty hard row my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have traveled this hot dusty
Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we
And through deserts so hot and through so cold

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

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

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

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