Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Fern

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

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

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

And the wind the mountain 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 to hear your voice,
Rising up mine,
Oh, is a joyous noise.
And I hope someday you understand why my song,
be sung for Him, played for Him,
Written for Him as they're by him, yes.

Ooooooh.