Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Fern

She left her home on the mountain as a girl.
And she travelled and all through the wide world.
And the world was Kentucky, and Tennessee,
West Virginia to Texas, in between.
And her name be different from place to place,
And her might get heavy sometimes.
With a worn prayer book in her case,
In a boarding room, her banjo she plays.

And the wind blows the fern,
She and bends in the breeze.
And our Dixie is callin' him,
She's right down to her knees.
Do you know who to

The it got dusty, hot, long and hard.
Travellin' night noon and mornin' in an old car.
An' she found fame and fortune on the radio waves,
Well, it never came and she longed to be saved.
hills in Knoxville with their fine white mist,
Settled everything.
Put a in her heart like the devil's kiss:
In the morning light to the King.

And the wind blows the fern,
She sways and in the breeze.
And our Dixie is callin' him,
She's right down to her knees.
She knows who to please.

And it so good to hear your voice,
up with mine,
Oh, that is a noise.
And I hope you will understand why my song,
Must be for Him, played for Him,
Written for Him as given by him, yes.

Ooooooh.