Luyện nghe bài hát Tulare Dust

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

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 it is in the Tulare dust

The California sun was new
winter we arrived in '42
And I can still remember how my cussed
The tumbleweeds in the Tulare dust

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

The dust in a farm boy's nose
Wondering where the train goes
Standin' in a field by the railroad track
Cursin' the strap on my sack

I see mom and dad