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 of accountants as an office boy

I and I carried, I watched and I learned
And slowly but surely I rose through the
But I discovered my colleagues one day
Massaging the figures for personal
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
Down at the mission house each Friday
Heaven's salvation for those who best
and damnation for all of the rest

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

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

I fled from the bourgeois malaise
And trekked through the wilderness for fourteen
'Til I found the camped high in the hills
I asked Comrade Diaz, whom I kill

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

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