Luyện nghe bài hát Dixieland You Will Never Die

The are cracked and dry now,
And the lets the rain seep in;
The old four walls are to fall,
And the reads, "This House Condemned."

a mighty plantation,
When a nation was at
When mothers for sons that went away,
And cried for ones that came no more.

But oh, if house could talk, Lord,
Of Dixieland's days;
Before tear her down, before she hits the ground,
I'll bet this is she would say:

Early on one frosty morn, they raised my and I was born;
Lord, I the day;
The mighty oak became my soul, the Delta dawn me from the cold,
Lord, Lord, away.

I've seen history, Robert E. Lee, and Johnny Reb hold his head up
They can me down, down, down,
But Dixieland, you never die.

The garden is rusty,
And the well's dusty and
The magnolia trees are in the breeze,
As if to hang their and cry.

The ballroom is and empty,
Where the bands used to play;
And the are resting and still,
the ghosts of the blue and the gray.

This has seen it all, Lord,
As time kept on;
But bet these walls can recall
A story all own.

seen King Cotton touch the sky, and riverboats floatin' by,
On way to New Orleans;
I've bowed with people tall, with their backs pushed up
the wall,
Getting' by on and dreams.

I've southern belles _____ ____ ___
And ________ their heads held high,
They can me down, down, down,
But Dixieland, you never die.

Dixieland, you never die.