Luyện nghe bài hát Dust Bowl Refugee

I'm a bowl refugee,
Just a dust refugee,
that dust bowl to the peach bowl,
Now that fuzz is a-killin' me.

'Cross the to the sea,
Come the wife and and me.
a hot old dusty highway
For a dust refugee.

Hard, it's always been way,
Here and on our way
that mountain, 'cross the desert,
Just a bowl refugee.

We are ramblers, so say,
We are here today,
Then we travel the seasons,
We're the bowl refugees.

From the south land and the land,
Come the wife and and me,
And old world is a hard world
For a dust refugee.

Yes, we ramble and we
And the highway our home,
It's a never-ending
For a bowl refugee.

Yes, we and we work
In crops and in your fruit,
Like the whirlwinds on the
That's the dust refugees.

I'm a dust refugee,
I'm a bowl refugee,
And I wonder will I
Be a dust refugee?