Luyện nghe bài hát Tramps and Hawkers

1. I choose not to see the that be,
Or the and years that are gone.
I pay no to tomorrow's need,
I'm by the snow and the sun,
'til all I could see is my and me,
Like young bloomin' in spring.
Like flowers grew, and no other I knew,
But the of the San Joaquin.

2. The gypsies dance, while stealing a glance
As leaves blow in the wind.
And the fields are in a sweat stained shirt,
Then the all move on again.
And the and hawkers, with stories wild,
Beguiled a boy's dreams,
me to leave my home,
And the of the San Joaquin.

3. I've the rise of light in the sky
the sun climbs out of the sea.
Seen fall in mountains tall,
the lumbermen cut down the trees.
I've played in the sand the gulf coast wind,
Fell asleep in the tall and green.
But nowhere I've been would I go again,
to the San Joaquin.

4. Well the road back home is hard and long,
And the miles, they turn years.
And the tramps and hawkers in town,
By God, but it me to tears.
I got home, I found just a flower on the mound
Where it shamed the grasses of spring.
It grew from the grave of my little girl,
The of the San Joaquin.

5. Oh see us out on the highway,
Or asleep in the of the train.
See the gypsies dance with damned old glances,
the peddlers cry out their refrain.
And who's gonna care, and who's gonna
All the joys, the sorrows we've
Like ghosts, we roam, friends or home,
These tramps, and and me.
ghosts, we roam, without friends or home,
These tramps, and and me.