Luyện nghe bài hát To Be Free

Vineland, New Jersey, farm land
Far as the eye can see
Not much down there, but pastures in

The war is over, they searching
For a to be
They the Rhineland, they lost their homeland, and
All their

Like feathers on the breeze
They went and tumbling 'cross the sea
Never know where they'd come
Or who be
heather on the hillside
They were bruised and were battered by the breeze
for a place
To be

Sun burn summers and by winter
were plainly dressed
Left the when he was old enough, and
Headed out
From to Southern Africa
And all the way to
And on to to meet my mother in

A feather on the breeze
He went spinning and 'cross the sea
Never where he'd come down
Or who be
heather on the hillside
He was bruised and he was by the breeze
Searching for a
To be

Oh, and a seed
That is in the wind
In of water, soil, and sun
And the and the bees
To have it all

Now here I am, thirty-three years

I've seen the Rhineland, been to Vineland, I'm
A on the breeze