Luyện nghe bài hát Poverty Hill

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

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

say we have beautiful faces as grainy as wood
Yeah, they'd like to live here of all places if only could
Well, we don't get those wood, grainy faces 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 make a hard row to how
What little will grow, the will kill
The summer folks call it Mountain
But we it Poverty Hill

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

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

Yes, we call it Hill