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 of the people who carried the burden
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Who marched in the strange fields in of an answers
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And ended their journeys an unwilling

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

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

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

And the ocean, to the red spanish soil
Came the lincoln brigade with their
But they fell in the fire of germany's
And they fell 'cause no one 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 toll of the bell for the one to die

In old alabama, in old
Two of the union so often found guilty
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 never a why
And a of the wine at the end of the line
And a of the bell for the next one to die

The state it was texas, the town it was
In the flash of a a life was soon over
And thought of the past million murders
And the list of irony(? ) had found a new champion

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