Luyện nghe bài hát Island

The blows keen across the ridge
Black against a charcoal
We climb up here by the winding path made so ago
In the valley below the few lights
glow like the embers of a fire
We begin to remember, we begin to

We by the sea and we took the land
We spread out the plains
And on and on to the
Until there was left to conquer
The sound of chopping echoed through the woods
We built the and the houses
and the and the fortifications
Until was nothing left to build with
Now in the silver grey of the sky
The birds fly home for
And we all down to the shore and stare across the waves
got to get off the island

We carved monuments to the gods
We stone across the deserts of our own making
From the standing to the villages
To the shining palaces looking out the water
The soil is growing thin, the running low
There's too many of us here, too many of us
And now ragged of rain sweep in
As the fly home for winter
And we all come down to the shore and stare the waves
got to get off the island