Luyện nghe bài hát Dixieland You Will Never Die

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

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

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

Early on one 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, Robert E. Lee, and Johnny Reb his head up high;
They can me down, down, down,
But Dixieland, you never die.

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

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

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

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

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

Dixieland, you never die.