Luyện nghe bài hát Never See My Home Again

In the hollow where the pines were standing
In the where the woods were dark and still
To a worn and weathered shack my keep turning back
To old mountain home below the mill
I left it in the springtime the flowers were in bloom
And I told my folks I'd see in the fall
But the keeps stretching onward from the cradle to the tomb
And I guess never see my folks at all
I can the wild goose calling in the sky
I can see the dry leaves falling in the
I the wood fire on a cold and rainy night
And the trees at my windowpane
I left it in the springtime when the were in bloom
And I told my folks I'd see them in the
But the road keeps onward from the cradle to the tomb
And I guess never see my folks at all
As the go by the seasons pass away
old home keeps returning to my mind
I'd give a lot to see that place so to me
hollow in the woods I left behind
I left it in the when the flowers were in bloom
And all the were singing in the glen
But the road keeps stretching onward from the cradle to the
And I guess never see my home again