Luyện nghe bài hát Island

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

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

We carved to the angry gods
We hauled stone across the deserts of our own
From the standing stones to the
To the palaces looking out over the water
The is growing 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 come down to the shore and stare the waves
We've got to get off the