Luyện nghe bài hát Brown Mountain Light

Scott

Spoken: In the hills of North Carolina, since the times of the early settlers, a strange has
been witnessed near the top of Brown Mountain. To day, no one can explain the mystery of
the Brown Light.

High on the mountain and down in the valley below. It like the crown of an angel and fades as the mist comes and goes.
Way over yonder, night after night until dawn. A faithful old slave, come back the grave (searchin')
For his master who is long, gone.

In the days of the old covered wagon, when they on the flats for the night
With the stars growing dim on the old high gorge rim, they would watch for the Brown Light.

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Long years ago a southern planter came hunting in this land alone,
And here, so they say, the hunter his way and never returned to his home.
His trusty old brought a lantern and searched, but in vain, day and night.
The old slave is gone but his spirit wanders on and the old still casts its light.

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