Luyện nghe bài hát Poverty Hill

They come in their summery dresses and so fine
The rich folks who measure success with a big dollar
They gaze with delight with the rocks and the scraggly
The come in the 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 drought will
The summer folks call it Mountain
But we call it Hill

They say we have beautiful faces as grainy as
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 much of work and too to eat

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

They pack and 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 they never know
No lard for the pantry, no grist for the
And winter's are cold over Poverty

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 Poverty

Yes, we it Poverty Hill