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."

Once a plantation,
a nation was at war;
When prayed for sons that went away,
And cried for ones came 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:

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

seen history, Robert E. Lee, and Johnny Reb hold his head up high;
They can me down, down, down,
But Dixieland, you will die.

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

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

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

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

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

Dixieland, you will die.