Luyện nghe bài hát Island

The wind keen across the ridge
Black against a grey
We climb up here by the winding made so long ago
In the valley below the few lights
glow just like the embers of a
We to remember, we begin to remember

We came by the sea and we took the
We spread out across the
And on and on to the
Until there was left to conquer
The of chopping trees echoed through the woods
We the ships and the houses
and the bridges and the
Until was nothing left to build with
Now in the silver dome 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 angry
We hauled stone across the deserts of our own
From the standing stones to the
To the palaces looking out over the water
The soil is growing thin, the running 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 come down to the and stare across the waves
got to get off the island