Luyện nghe bài hát Poverty Hill

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

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

They say we have beautiful faces as grainy as
Yeah, they'd like to live of all places if only they could
Well, we get those wood, grainy faces from livin' too good
It's the rocks and the and sun and the heat
It's too of work and too little to eat

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

They pack and they say what a 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 for the meal
And winter's are cold over Hill

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

Yes, we call it Poverty