Luyện nghe bài hát Gone, Gonna Rise Again

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

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 worked a devil for the living he got

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

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

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