Luyện nghe bài hát Immigrant Song

Ah, ah,
We from the land of the ice and snow,
the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
Hammer of the gods will drive our to new land,
To fight the horde, sing and Valhalla, I am coming!

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

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

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

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