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 people who the burden
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Who marched in the strange fields in search of an
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And ended journeys 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 toast of the wine at the end of the
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And a of the bell for the next one to die

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

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

And over the ocean, to the red spanish
Came the lincoln with their dreams
But they in the fire of germany's bombing
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 at the end of the line
And a toll of the for the next 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 or they fell by the highway

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 toll of the for the next one to die

The it was texas, the town it was dallas
In the flash of a a life was soon over
And nobody thought of the past million
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 at the end of the line
And a of the bell for the next one to die