Luyện nghe bài hát Pastures Of Plenty

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

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

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

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

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