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 young to
The way he felt the land
But I could his history in his hands
Gone, rise again

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

These trees on the mountainside
He planted the seeds just before he
I guess he knew that he'd see
The red fruit hanging from the
But he the seeds for his children and me

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

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