Luyện nghe bài hát Gone, Gonna Rise Again

I remember the that my granddad died
Gone, gonna rise
They dug his on the mountainside
Gone, gonna again
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 and hogs in the lot
You know, he had a lot
But he worked like a for the living he got

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

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

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