Luyện nghe bài hát Another Christmas Song

Hope everybody's on their own bell, this fine morning, yeah
Hope everyone's connected to that long distance
Old man, a mountain, old man, he's an island
Old man, he's a says, "I'm going to call, call all my children home"

everybody's dancing to their own drum this fine morning, yeah
The beat of distant Africa or a Polish factory
Old man, he's calling for his supper, he's for his whiskey
for his sons and daughters, calling, calling all his children round

Sharp are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming, yeah
blowing round some headland, somewhere in your memory
Everyone is from somewhere, even if you've never there
So take a minute to the part of you
That might be the old man me

How many wars you're fighting out there, this winters morning?
Maybe it's always for another Christmas song
Old man asleep now but he's got appointments to keep now
Dreaming of his sons and his daughters,
Proving, proving the blood is strong