Luyện nghe bài hát Island

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

We came by the sea and we took the
We spread out across the
And on and on to the
Until there was nothing to conquer
The sound of trees echoed through the woods
We the ships and the houses
and the bridges and the
Until there was nothing left to with
Now in the silver grey of the sky
The birds fly home for
And we all come down to the shore and stare across the
got to get off the island

We carved to the angry gods
We hauled stone across the deserts of our own
the standing stones to the villages
To the shining palaces looking out over the
The soil is growing thin, the running low
too many of us here, too many of us here
And now ribbons of rain sweep in
As the birds fly for winter
And we all come down to the shore and across the waves
We've got to get off the