Luyện nghe bài hát Gone, Gonna Rise Again

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

in the crib 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 worked a devil for the living he got

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

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

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