Luyện nghe bài hát Island

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

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

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