Luyện nghe bài hát Pastures of Plenty

It's a hard row that my poor hands have hoed
My poor have traveled that hot dusty road
Out of the dust bowl and westward we
Your was hot and your mountains were cold

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

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

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