Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Fern

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

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

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

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

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

Ooooooh.