Luyện nghe bài hát Ride This Train (Part 8)

Ride this train let me show you a land of rolling hills and tall
A land of hard working where rewards are often very small
This is Pella
My mother and father brought me in 1847 we came from Cork Ireland
We had a famine over there and things had been pretty rough for us
I remember during the potato famine in Ireland I'd trail along at father's
And try to find enough potatoes for a meal
And we'd take em back in to and she'd cook em coats and all
Well we gave up and somehow we made it to America
Well our new neighbors here in Pella loaned oxen
And ploughs to his first crop with
And you never saw taller corn year than it was on our place
The next why we were even lendin' out ploughs and oxen to other farms
That's the way it was in the new land
Everybody everybody out if you got sick everybody came to visit
Even the doctor wouldn't take pay if he thought you couldn't it
But old Doc Brown was always there if you ever him