Luyện nghe bài hát Gone, Gonna Rise Again

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

Corn in the and apples in the bin
Ham in the smokehouse and 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

These apple on the mountainside
He planted the seeds just he died
I he knew that he'd never see
The red hanging from the tree
But he the seeds for his children and me

High on the above the farm
I think of my people that have on
Like a tree that grows in the mountain
The storms of life have cut them
But the new wood springs from the roots in the

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