Luyện nghe bài hát Gone, Gonna Rise Again

I remember the that my granddad died
Gone, rise again
dug his grave on the mountainside
Gone, rise again
I was too to understand
The way he felt about the
But I could read his history in his
Gone, gonna rise

Corn in the crib and in the bin
Ham in the and cotton in the gin
Cows in the barn and in the lot
You know, he had a lot
But he like a devil for the living he got

apple trees on the mountainside
He planted the seeds just before he
I he knew that he'd never see
The red fruit hanging the tree
But he planted the seeds for his and me

High on the ridge above the
I think of my people that gone on
Like a that grows in the mountain ground
The of life have cut them down
But the new wood from the roots in the ground

Gone, gonna rise
Gone, gonna rise
Gone, rise again