Luyện nghe bài hát Tulare Dust

Tulare dust in a farm nose
where the freight train goes
Standin' in the by the railroad track
Cursin' the strap on my cotton

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

The California sun was new
That winter we in '42
And I can remember how my daddy cussed
The tumbleweeds here in the Tulare

The fever was a common fate
To the farmworkers here in the State
And I miss Oklahoma but I'll stay if I
And help make a in the Tulare dust

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

I see mom and dad