Luyện nghe bài hát Dixieland You Will Never Die

The are cracked and dry now,
And the lets the rain seep in;
The old four are ready to fall,
And the reads, "This House Condemned."

a mighty plantation,
When a nation was at
When prayed for sons that went away,
And cried for ones that back no more.

But oh, if this house talk, Lord,
Of final days;
Before tear her down, before she hits the ground,
I'll bet this is what she say:

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

I've history, Robert E. Lee, and Johnny Reb hold his head up high;
can tear me down, down, down,
But Dixieland, you will die.

The gate is rusty,
And the well's and dry;
The trees are swayin' in the breeze,
As if to their heads and cry.

The is quiet and empty,
Where the bands used to play;
And the are resting and still,
With the of the blue and the gray.

This house has it all, Lord,
As kept marching on;
But I'll bet these walls can
A all their own.

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

I've seen belles _____ ____ ___
And ________ with heads held high,
can tear me down, down, down,
But Dixieland, you will die.

Dixieland, you will die.