Luyện nghe bài hát California Saga / The Beaks of Eagles

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

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

The she-eagle is older than I: she was here when the fires of
on these ridges,
She was fledged and dared 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 thoughts and have changed, their
are enlarged, their powers and their follies have become fantastic.

Spilled down the hill a wagon 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 landing