Luyện nghe bài hát Island

The blows keen across the ridge
Black against a grey
We climb up here by the winding made so long ago
In the below the last few lights
glow just like the 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 was nothing left to conquer
The sound of chopping trees echoed through the
We built the and the houses
and the and the fortifications
Until there was left to build with
Now in the silver grey of the sky
The birds fly for winter
And we all come down to the shore and stare the waves
We've got to get off the

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