Luyện nghe bài hát A Toast to Those Who Are Gone

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Many's the hour lain 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 journeys an hero

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Here's a song to those who are gone with never a 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

Back in the 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 wine to the end of the
And a of the bell for the next one to die

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

Here's a 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

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 to those who are gone 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

The state it was texas, the town it was
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 never a why
And a toast of the wine at the end of the
And a of the bell for the next one to die