Luyện nghe bài hát California Saga / The Beaks of Eagles

An eagle's nest on the head of an old on one of the
ridges
Above Ventana Creek, that jagged country which but a fallen
meteor will plow: no horseman
Will ever there, no hunter cross this ridge but the winged ones, no
one steal the eggs 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 she built it again on the same tree, in
the of the thunder bolt.

In a broken shack an old man takes his time dyin'
And just at the back a flowerbed that he'll lie in
In dawn's new light a man might
A drawn stage from Monterey.

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

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