Luyện nghe bài hát Gone, Gonna Rise Again

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

Corn in the and apples in the bin
Ham in the smokehouse and in the gin
Cows in the and hogs in the lot
You know, he had a lot
But he like a devil for the living he got

These 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 the farm
I think of my people that have on
Like a tree that in the mountain ground
The storms of have cut them down
But the new wood springs the roots in the ground

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