Luyện nghe bài hát A Toast to Those Who Are Gone

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Many's the hour I've by my window
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And thought of the people who the burden
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Who marched in the strange fields in of an answers
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And ended journeys an unwilling hero

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Here's a song to those who are with never a reason why
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And a toast of the wine at the end of the
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And a toll of the bell for the one to die

in the coal fields of old harlan county
Some talked of the union, some talked of good
And they lined them up in the of the forests
And shot down without asking no questions

Here's a song to who are gone with never a reason why
And a toast of the to the end of the line
And a of the bell for the next one to die

And over the ocean, to the red soil
Came the lincoln brigade their dreams
But they fell in the fire of germany's
And fell 'cause no one would hear their sad warning

Here's a song to those who are with never a reason why
And a toast of the at the end of the line
And a of the bell for the next one to die

In old alabama, in old
Two states of the union so found guilty
They came on the busses, came on the marches
And they lay in the or they fell by the highway

Here's a song to those who are gone with never a why
And a of the wine at the end of the line
And a toll of the for the next one to die

The state it was texas, the it was dallas
In the flash of a rifle a was soon over
And nobody thought of the past murders
And the long list of irony(? ) had found a new

Here's a song to those who are gone with a reason why
And a toast of the at the end of the line
And a toll of the bell for the one to die