Luyện nghe bài hát Immigrant Song

We from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot blow.
The of the gods,
Will our ships to new lands,
To fight the singing and crying:
"Valhalla I am coming!"

On we sweep,
thrashing oar.
Our only goal will be the shore.

We come the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot blow.

How your fields so green,
Can whisper of gore,
Of how we the tides of war,
We are overlords.

On we sweep,
thrashing oar.
Our only goal be the western shore.

So now you'd stop
And rebuild all ruins,
For peace and can win the day
Despite of all losing.