Luyện nghe bài hát Dixieland You Will Never Die

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

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

But oh, if this could talk, Lord,
Of Dixieland's days;
Before they tear her down, before she 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 mighty oak became my soul, the dawn kept me from the cold,
Lord, Lord, away.

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

The garden is rusty,
And the dusty and dry;
The magnolia are swayin' in the breeze,
As if to their heads and cry.

The ballroom is and empty,
Where the bands once used to
And the are resting and still,
With the ghosts of the and the gray.

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

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

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

Dixieland, you will die.