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 Creek, that jagged country which nothing but a fallen
meteor ever plow: no horseman
Will ever ride there, no hunter cross this but the winged ones, no
one will steal the from this fortress.
The she-eagle is old, her mate was shot long ago, she is now
a son of hers.
When lightning blasted her nest she it again on the same tree, in
the splinters of the bolt.

In a broken shack an old man takes his about dyin'
And just at the back a wild flowerbed he'll lie in
In dawn's new a man might venture
A horse stage from Monterey.

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

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