Luyện nghe bài hát Below

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

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

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

Surrounding the valley was a painted red
by company men like marking a crime
A silent that all inside it must go
Or be to the rising dead river's flow

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

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

The waters move cold and slow
And the of a village still wander below
Homesteads of families and friends forever
Haunting the valley below sparkling shore

Old May Savage as long as she could
Her house on the hill over the flood
It rose up alone, in the of night
Its on the water, the cold moonlight

I shake off the memories, on my a prayer
for the grace, and the beauty down there
And the porch lights glow, all over the state
nothing but darkness, under the lake

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

They haunt the valley below this shore