Luyện nghe bài hát The Plough

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

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

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

Gravely I to Reverend McBride
at the mission house each Friday night
Heaven's for those who know best
Hell and for all of the rest

Try as I might, I not understand
Why The all merciful hand
Should cast away those whose mistake
Was never to know the Christian
The stars 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
I found the guerrillas camped high in the hills
I asked Comrade Diaz, I should kill

I into town with a knife in my teeth
And entered the home of the Chief of
I stood at his and raised up my blade
Then I looked to the where his little one lay
You murder by killing today

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