Luyện nghe bài hát Poverty Hill

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes, we it Poverty Hill