Luyện nghe bài hát Immigrant Song

Ah, ah,
We come the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot blow.
Hammer of the will drive our ships to new land,
To fight the horde, and cry: Valhalla, I am coming!

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

Ah, ah,
We from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun the hot springs blow.
How your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the of war. We are young overlords.

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

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