Luyện nghe bài hát Island

The wind blows across the ridge
Black against a charcoal
We climb up here by the winding path so long ago
In the valley the last few lights
glow just like the of a fire
We begin to remember, we to remember

We came by the sea and we took the
We spread out the plains
And on and on to the
Until was nothing left to conquer
The sound of chopping trees echoed through the
We the ships and the houses
and the and the fortifications
Until there was nothing 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 to the angry gods
We stone across the deserts of our own making
the standing stones to the villages
To the shining palaces looking out over the
The is growing thin, the yield 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 shore and across the waves
got to get off the island