Luyện nghe bài hát Never See My Home Again

In the hollow the pines were standing tall
In the shadows 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 when the flowers were in
And I my folks I'd see them in the fall
But the keeps stretching onward from the cradle to the tomb
And I guess I'll never see my at all
I can the wild goose calling in the sky
I can see the dry leaves falling in the
I miss the wood on a cold and rainy night
And the trees scratching at my
I it in the springtime when the flowers were in bloom
And I told my I'd see them in the fall
But the keeps stretching onward from the cradle to the tomb
And I guess I'll see my folks at all
As the years go by the seasons pass
old home keeps returning to my mind
I'd a lot to see that place so dear to me
That hollow in the woods I behind
I it in the springtime when the flowers were in bloom
And all the birds singing in the glen
But the road keeps stretching onward the cradle to the tomb
And I guess I'll never see my home