Luyện nghe bài hát Dixieland You Will Never Die

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dixieland, you will die.