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 walls are 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 came no more.

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

Early on one frosty morn, 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 his head up high;
can tear me down, down, down,
But Dixieland, you never die.

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

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

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

I've seen King Cotton 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 heads held high,
can tear me down, down, down,
But Dixieland, you will die.

Dixieland, you never die.