Luyện nghe bài hát Mist

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

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

If the sun bursts apart at the end of the
I think I will give a damn
as long as I'm surrounded by friends and in goddamned Newfoundland.
So to Newfoundland.

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

And I think it bears that 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.
as deep as the grave, and you're marching 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.