Luyện nghe bài hát Poverty Hill

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

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

They say we have beautiful faces as as wood
Yeah, they'd like to live here of all places if only they
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 much of work and too to eat

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

They pack and 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 never know
No for the pantry, no grist for the meal
And winter's are cold Poverty Hill

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

Yes, we call it Hill