Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Fern

She her home on the mountain as a young girl.
And she and rambled all through the wide world.
And the world was Kentucky, and Tennessee,
West Virginia to Texas, in between.
And her would be different from place to place,
And her heart might get sometimes.
With a prayer book in her guitar case,
In a boarding house room, her she plays.

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

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

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

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

Ooooooh.