Luyện nghe bài hát Dixieland You Will Never Die

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

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

But oh, if this could talk, Lord,
Of Dixieland's days;
they tear her down, before she hits the ground,
I'll bet is what she would say:

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

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

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

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

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

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

I've seen belles _____ ____ ___
And ________ their heads held high,
can tear me down, down, down,
But Dixieland, you never die.

Dixieland, you never die.