Luyện nghe bài hát Immigrant Song

We come the land of the ice and snow,
the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The of the gods,
drive our ships to new lands,
To the horde singing and crying:
"Valhalla I am coming!"

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

We from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun the hot springs blow.

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

On we sweep,
With oar.
Our only will be the western shore.

So now better stop
And all your ruins,
For and trust can win the day
of all your losing.