Luyện nghe bài hát A Toast to Those Who Are Gone

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Many's the I've lain by my window
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And thought of the who carried the burden
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Who in the strange fields in search of an answers
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And their 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 of the wine at the end of the line
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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, talked of good wages
And they lined up in the dark of the forests
And shot them down without no questions

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

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

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

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

Here's a song to those who are gone never 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

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

Here's a to those who are gone 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