Luyện nghe bài hát The Plough

I packed up my and left the old farm
I my papa, I'd come to no harm
And I went to the where I was employed
In a firm of as an office boy

I fetched and I carried, I and I learned
And slowly but surely I rose through the
But then I discovered my one day
Massaging the figures for personal
I said, "I'll not in this house of shame"

plough my own furrow, I'll go my own way

Gravely I listened to McBride
Down at the mission house each Friday
Heaven's salvation for those who best
Hell and damnation for all of the

Try as I might, I not understand
Why The all merciful hand
Should away those whose only mistake
Was to know the Christian faith
The that we follow can lead us astray

plough my own furrow, I'll go my own way

I fled from the capital's bourgeois
And trekked through the wilderness for days
'Til I found the guerrillas camped high in the
I Comrade Diaz, whom I should kill

I into town with a knife in my teeth
And entered the of the Chief of Police
I stood at his bedside and raised up my
Then I looked to the crib where his one lay
You murder tomorrow by today

I'll my own furrow, I'll go my own way