Luyện nghe bài hát California Saga / The Beaks of Eagles

An eagle's nest on the of an old redwood on one of the
precipice-footed
Above Ventana Creek, that jagged which nothing but a fallen
meteor ever plow: no horseman
Will ever ride there, no hunter cross this ridge but the ones, no
one will steal the from this fortress.
The she-eagle is old, her mate was shot ago, she is now mated
a son of hers.
When blasted her nest she built it again on the same tree, in
the of the thunder bolt.

In a broken an old man takes his time about dyin'
And just at the back a wild flowerbed that lie in
In new light a man might venture
A horse drawn stage Monterey.

The she-eagle is older than I: she was here the fires of eighty-five
on these ridges,
She was lately fledged and not hunt ahead of them, but ate scorched
meat.
The world has changed in her time; has multiplied,
But not here; men's hopes and and customs have changed, their
are enlarged, their powers and their follies have become fantastic.

Spilled down the hill a load of bodies lay scattered, shipwrecked
at sea.
Limestone ore is all mattered.
took it from the hills right through the cargo doors
How many ships have come and gone at Thurso's shore?