Luyện nghe bài hát A Toast to Those Who Are Gone

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Many's the hour I've lain by my
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And thought of the who carried the burden
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Who marched in the strange fields in search of an
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And ended their an unwilling hero

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

Back in the coal fields of old county
Some talked of the union, some of good wages
And they them up in the dark of the forests
And shot them down asking no questions

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

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

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

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

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 for the next one to die

The it was texas, the town it was dallas
In the flash of a rifle a life was over
And nobody of the past million murders
And the long of irony(? ) had found a new champion

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