Luyện nghe bài hát The Plough

I packed up my suitcase and 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 accountants as an boy

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

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

Gravely I listened to Reverend
Down at the mission each Friday night
salvation for those who know best
Hell and damnation for all of the

Try as I might, I not understand
Why The Almighty's all hand
Should cast away whose only mistake
Was never to know the faith
The stars that we can lead us astray

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

I fled from the capital's bourgeois
And through the wilderness for fourteen days
'Til I found the camped high in the hills
I asked Diaz, whom I should kill

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

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