Luyện nghe bài hát Journey To the Centre of the Earth

By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey
Two men incensed by one man's from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood pride
They set off with their
To reach the mountain

as one for safety through the long descent
Into the crater of volcanic rock went
Look up our telescopic laair,
One for us to share,
We on our prayer.

Crystals of opaque quartz, studded tears,
Forming chandeliers, lighting blistered galleries.

Memories of a life on go flashing past,
Of home, of Grauben, friends of whom he's seen his
Contemplating his life's been worth,
While beneath the earth,
An at birth

Pain and fear destroy the I have seen,
Of caverns, where no man has been
Silurian hosts me as my grave,
My blow I wave,
A too late to save

Crystals of opaque quartz, limpid tears,
magic chandeliers, lighting blistered galleries.

Five days out on an sea, they prayed for calm on an ocean free,
But the surface of the water ws indicating disturbance.

The raft was hurled by an unseen source, two hundred feet,
frightening
And a dark mass showed to be a giant porpoise

Rising out of the angry sea, the creatures' enemy,
And so the two sea monsters closed for

Crocodile teeth, lizard's head, eye, stained ocean red
Moving close to their side, the two men prayed as one and cried
"Save me, save me, save me, me"

The fight went on for hours, two monsters soaring up like towers
And downn to the depths in a single motion

Suddenly, the serpent's head, shot out of the water in red
And the serpentine form lay lifeless on the

Crocodile teeth, lizard's head, bloodshot eye stained read
Battle won, a victor's pride, the three men thanked the and cried
"Praise God, praise God, God, praise God."

Journey on through gone, to the centre of the earth
Past rocks of and granite, which gave mother nature birth

Burial ground of ancient man, his life no is seen,
A journey through his time unknown, I wonder where he's

Wonder where he's been, wonder where been, wonder where he's been

The now gone behind the hills, a forest in our sight,
Rocks and distant mountains, in waves of blinding light

Forests far gone time, no living man has seen,
A private prehistoric world, for you and I a

Brownish hue dicates my eye, no colour hides fear,
Flowers faded, dull and cold, now by atmosphere

Creatures twisting under trees, huge monsters soaked with
deep below our earth, a frightening, bygone age

Their came, now long extinct, a huge primeval man
The three men filled with disbelief, just as one and ran.