Luyện nghe bài hát Poverty Hill

They come in summery dresses and jackets so fine
The folks who measure success with a big dollar sign
They with delight with the rocks and the scraggly pines
The come in the Spring and stay 'til the Fall
On Mountain away from it all

Stubble and stone make a row to how
What will grow, the drought will kill
The summer folks call it Paradise
But we it Poverty Hill

They say we have beautiful faces as grainy as
Yeah, they'd like to live here of all if only they could
Well, we don't get those wood, grainy faces from too good
It's the rocks and the and sun and the heat
It's too of work and too little to eat

and stone make a hard row to how
What little will grow, the drought will
The summer folks call it Paradise
But we call it Hill

They pack and they say what a pity that they to go
They say that Old Smokey's so pretty all with snow
But how we get through the they never will know
No lard for the pantry, no for the meal
And winter's are cold over Poverty

Stubble and stone make a row to how
What will grow, the drought will kill
The summer folks it Paradise Mountain
But we call it Poverty

Yes, we call it Poverty