Luyện nghe bài hát The Plough

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

I fetched and I carried, I watched and I
And slowly but surely I rose the firm
But then I my colleagues one day
Massaging the for personal gain
I said, "I'll not wallow in this of shame"

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

Gravely I listened to Reverend
Down at the mission house each night
Heaven's salvation for those who know
Hell and for all of the rest

Try as I might, I could not
Why The Almighty's all merciful
Should cast away those whose mistake
Was never to know the Christian
The stars that we can lead us astray

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

I fled the capital's bourgeois malaise
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 in my teeth
And entered the home of the Chief of
I stood at his bedside and raised up my
Then I to the crib where his little one lay
You murder tomorrow by killing

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