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 journey the past
In Iceland, where the stood with pride
set off with their guide
To reach the side

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

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

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

and fear destroy the beauty I have seen,
Of caverns, no other man has been
epoch hosts me as my grave,
My final I wave,
A life too to save

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

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

The was hurled by an unseen source, two hundred feet, with
force
And a dark mass rising showed to be a giant

Rising out of the angry sea, towered the enemy,
And so the two sea monsters for battle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Creatures under trees, huge monsters soaked with rage
Hidden deep below our earth, a frightening, age

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