Luyện nghe bài hát Letter in Icelandic from the Ninette San

You'll recall the sagas I hope Grettir's last stand at Drangey
How his grip on the made his enemies cut off his hand
If he'd fled here instead, and had this terrible coffee
Or read these letters you he'd surrender, and lay the blade down

And it's
Skinny ghosts dress cowboys and rest at the railing by my door
On their way the children's ward

Bev and his Pembina Valley boys play at the party
And I my English on nurses, "Oh, that's a nice name."
And may ask for mine, but the burns on my back from the x-rays
Say I shouldn't show anything ever again

In year
be buried or shivering here.
Coughing at the spittoon
Painted orange by the harvest

Pack up mother's
Drive her down to the new Home
the boat to Arnison
And then go stand up
In the place you're for
And don't to me anymore