Luyện nghe bài hát Poverty Hill

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

Stubble and stone make a row to how
What will grow, the drought will kill
The summer folks 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 they
Well, we don't get those wood, grainy faces from too good
It's the rocks and the and sun and the heat
It's too much of work and too to eat

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

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

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

Yes, we call it Poverty