Luyện nghe bài hát Mist

About a gunshot there's a place that I long to be
tippin' bottles me old cock.
the shit's all said and sorted, I plan to settle down and stay
one finger to the landlocked.
the first time boatin' o'r there's not too much I can recall.
I a plastic cod and drank rum till I was friggered.
I decided then and there that I'd return, if I had to crawl.
Something was broken and something inside me, triggered.

It's a ride home, but it's always my destination.
It's a long home.

If the sun bursts at the end of the world
I don't think I give a damn
as long as I'm surrounded by friends and pints in Newfoundland.
So to Newfoundland.

I breathed a sigh of relief the next time off the plane.
It'd been a long, hard, winter.
Johnny and the boys waiting there ready to explain,
they there to drive us, just a welcome back to the Island.
So we to the venue to prepare for the night to sweep.
Slept in the back room the India showed up.
we finally took the stage, it shifted beneath our feet.
We on the shoulders of proud Newfoundlanders.

And I think it bears repeating no one buckled under.

We all got bit by the cod we all kissed.
It left an infection in our and a longing in the mist.
You're as deep as the grave, and you're to the heartbeat of the land.

Yes, I be a B'y.
Not by birth, but in my heart.
Yes, I be a B'y.