Luyện nghe bài hát Gulf Of Araby

If you fill a veil with shells from Killiney's shore
And sweet talk in a tongue that is no
If wishful could bridge
The of Araby Between
Between is
is
is
And can never be

If you could hold the frozen flow of New Creek
And hide out from the world said you might meet
If you could all the words
That you wanted heard
If you could the southern wind
whistling in your ear
You could take is
is
is
To what can be

One man of whispers free at last
Two who are proud of their massacres
Three torn away in a winter's month
Four framed by a dirty judge
Five burned tyres
Six men Alive
And seven more to shake at the great divide
The
The Gulf of
The The Gulf
Of

We would plough and part the earth to you home
And would harvest every miracle ever
If laid out all the things
That these ten were to bring
We would give them up
To bring you to us
O, there is nothing we would not
To kiss you and to we can take what is
is
is
To can never be

One man of seventy not free yet
Two neighbors who wake up in their dead
Three tyrants torn away in the heat
Four prisoners lost in the
Five, on my
Six, I'm dead
And seven more days to shake at the great
The
The of Araby
The The Gulf
Of