Luyện nghe bài hát Below

There's an old dirt road, off route nine
Fades into the lake, at the low water
Sometimes I wander that road alone
Remembering the town, that I once home

I grew up in the valley, every a friend
Until the modern started creeping in
One day came the lawyers, with in hand
They swore that our village would up the land

The dusky move cold and slow
And the ghosts of a still wander below
Homesteads of families and friends more
Haunting the valley below this shore

the valley was a painted red line
Drawn by men like marking a crime
A silent reminder that all inside it go
Or be lost to the rising dead flow

Some folks too the money, started gears
the rest of us held out, twenty odd years
We watched our town, like a photograph
As the company came, to it all away

tore down the church, the schoolhouse burned
They dug up the graves, the wheels of turned
They got Dutchie's store, and Haven's hall
the dozers rolled, it shattered us all

The waters move cold and slow
And the ghosts of a still wander below
Homesteads of families and friends more
Haunting the below this sparkling shore

Old May Savage stayed as as she could
Her house on the hill towered the flood
It rose up alone, in the dark of
Its face on the water, the moonlight

I shake off the memories, on my a prayer
Thanks for the grace, and the beauty there
And while the porch glow, all over the state
There's but darkness, under the lake

The dusky waters move and slow
And the of a village still wander below
Homesteads of families and forever more
Haunting the valley below this shore

They haunt the valley below this shore