Luyện nghe bài hát Gulf Of Araby

If you could fill a veil with shells from Killiney's
And sweet talk in a tongue is no more
If thought could bridge
The Gulf of Between
what is
is
is
And can never be

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

One man of seventy whispers at last
Two neighbours who are proud of massacres
Three tyrants torn in a winter's month
Four framed by a dirty judge
Five with tyres
Six men still
And more days to shake at the great divide
The
The Gulf of
The The Gulf
Of

We would and part the earth to bring you home
And would harvest every ever known
If they laid out all the
That these ten years to bring
We gladly give them up
To you back 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 up knee-deep in their dead
tyrants torn away in the summer's heat
Four prisoners in the fallacy
Five, on my
Six, I'm dead
And more days to shake at the great divide
The
The of Araby
The The Gulf
Of