Luyện nghe bài hát Pastures of Plenty

It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have
My poor feet have that hot dusty road
Out of the bowl and westward we rolled
Your desert was hot and your mountains were

I've worked in your of peaches and prunes
I've slept on the ground in the light of your
On the edge of city you've seen us and then
We come with the dust and we go with the

California, arizona, I make all crops
Then north up to to gather your hogs
Pull the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from vine
To set on your table your light, wine

pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
From the grand coulee dam the water runs down
Every state in this union us migrants been
We'll in your fight and we'll fight til we win