Luyện nghe bài hát Gulf Of Araby

If you could fill a with shells from Killiney's shore
And sweet in a tongue that is no more
If thought could bridge
The Gulf of Araby
Between is
is
is
And what can be

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

One man of whispers free at last
Two neighbours who are proud of their
Three tyrants torn away in a winter's
prisoners framed by a dirty judge
Five burned tyres
Six men still
And seven days to shake at the great divide
The
The of Araby
The Gulf The
Of

We would plough and the earth to bring you home
And would harvest every ever known
If they out all the things
That ten years were to bring
We would gladly them up
To you back to us
O, is nothing we would not give
To you and to believe we can take what is
is
is
To can never be

One man of seventy whispers not yet
Two who wake up knee-deep in their dead
Three torn away in the summer's heat
prisoners lost in the fallacy
Five, on my
Six, I'm inside
And seven days to shake at the great divide
The
The of Araby
The Gulf The
Of