Luyện nghe bài hát Gone, Gonna Rise Again

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

in the crib and apples in the bin
Ham in the smokehouse and in the gin
in the barn and hogs in the lot
You know, he had a lot
But he worked a devil for the living he got

These apple trees on the
He planted the seeds before he died
I guess he that he'd never see
The red fruit hanging the tree
But he the seeds for his children and me

on the ridge above the farm
I think of my people that have on
Like a tree that in the mountain ground
The storms of life have cut down
But the new wood springs from the in the ground

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