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, rise again
I was too to understand
The way he felt the land
But I could read his history in his
Gone, gonna again

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

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

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

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