Luyện nghe bài hát California Saga / The Beaks of Eagles

An eagle's nest on the of an old redwood on one of the
ridges
Above Creek, that jagged country which nothing but a fallen
meteor will ever no horseman
Will ever ride there, no hunter this ridge but the winged ones, no
one steal the eggs 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 shack an old man takes his time about
And just at the back a wild flowerbed he'll lie in
In dawn's new light a man might
A horse drawn stage Monterey.

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

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