Luyện nghe bài hát Dixieland You Will Never Die

The are cracked and dry now,
And the roof lets the rain in;
The old walls are ready to fall,
And the sign reads, "This Condemned."

Once a plantation,
When a was at war;
When mothers prayed for sons went away,
And cried for ones that back no more.

But oh, if house could talk, Lord,
Of Dixieland's final
Before tear her down, before she hits the ground,
I'll bet this is she would say:

on one frosty morn, they raised my timbers and I was born;
Lord, I the day;
The oak became my soul, the Delta dawn kept me from the cold,
Lord, Lord, away.

I've seen history, E. Lee, and Johnny Reb hold his head up high;
They can me down, down, down,
But Dixieland, you never die.

The gate is rusty,
And the well's dusty and
The magnolia are swayin' in the breeze,
As if to hang their and cry.

The ballroom is and empty,
the bands once used to play;
And the are resting and still,
the ghosts of the blue and the gray.

This house has it all, Lord,
As time marching on;
But bet these walls can recall
A story all own.

I've seen King Cotton touch the sky, and riverboats by,
On their way to New
bowed with people standin' tall, with their backs pushed up
the wall,
Getting' by on and dreams.

seen southern belles _____ ____ ___
And ________ with heads held high,
can tear me down, down, down,
But Dixieland, you never die.

Dixieland, you will die.