Luyện nghe bài hát Island

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

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

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