Luyện nghe bài hát Exiles

Now... in this land
Strange... that the palms of my
Should be damp with
Spring... and the turning mild
City lights... and a glimpse of a
Of the infantry
Friends... do know what I mean
Rain... and the green
Of an afternoon
But I had to go
My was laid too slow behind me
To face the call of
Or make a name for me
Though now this life
Has brought a understanding
And through these endless
Shall come a sympathy
And though I the hours
To be no injury...
My home... was a place by the
Cliffs... and a band
an air of normality.