Luyện nghe bài hát Gone, Gonna Rise Again

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

Corn in the and apples in the bin
Ham in the and cotton 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 apple on the mountainside
He planted the seeds just he died
I guess he knew he'd never see
The red fruit from the tree
But he planted the seeds for his and me

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

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