Luyện nghe bài hát Tulare Dust

Tulare in a farm boy's nose
Wondering the freight train goes
in the field by the railroad track
Cursin' the on my cotton sack

I can see mom and dad shoulders low
of 'em pickin' on a double row
They do it for a livin' because they
That's life like it is in the Tulare

The sun was something new
That winter we in '42
And I can still remember how my cussed
The tumbleweeds here in the dust

The valley fever was a common
To the farmworkers here in the Golden
And I miss but I'll stay if I must
And make a livin' in the Tulare dust

The Tulare dust in a boy's nose
Wondering the freight train goes
in a cotton field by the railroad track
Cursin' the strap on my sack

I see mom and dad