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 their an unwilling hero

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Here's a to those who are gone 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 of the bell for the next one to die

in the coal fields of old harlan county
Some talked of the union, some talked of wages
And lined 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 bell for the 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 they 'cause no one would hear 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 so often found guilty
They came on the busses, came on the marches
And they lay in the jails or fell by the highway

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 of the bell for the next one to die

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

a song to those who are gone with never a reason why
And a of the wine at the end of the line
And a of the bell for the next one to die