Luyện nghe bài hát Gone, Gonna Rise Again

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

Corn in the crib and in the bin
Ham in the smokehouse and in the gin
in the barn and hogs in the lot
You know, he had a lot
But he worked a devil for the living he got

These trees on the mountainside
He planted the seeds just he died
I guess he knew he'd never see
The red fruit hanging the tree
But he the seeds for his children and me

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

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