Luyện nghe bài hát Poverty Hill

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

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

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

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

They and they say what a pity that they have to go
say that Old Smokey's so pretty all covered with snow
But how we get through the winter they will know
No lard for the pantry, no for the meal
And winter's are cold over Hill

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

Yes, we it Poverty Hill