Luyện nghe bài hát Sawmill

Yonder the city is a land of verdant green,
Some say a treasure, but it turns the mothers mean.

a place in California,
As the people know,
the forest fell to plunder,
And the made it so!

Felling and refining, it requires an team,
blades a'whinning,
While the blows its steam.

a place in California,
As the people know,
Where the forest to plunder,
And the sawmill it so!

As the pours off my brow line,
And the dust does me choke,
See the all turn to pasture,
And the logs all to smoke.

There's a in California,
As the logging know,
the forest fell to plunder,
And the sawmill it so!

The made it so!