Luyện nghe bài hát Mist

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

It's a long ride home, but 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 as I'm surrounded by friends and pints in goddamned Newfoundland.
So to Newfoundland.

I breathed a sigh of the next time steppin' off the plane.
It'd a long, hard, vapid winter.
Johnny and the boys were waiting there to explain,
they weren't there to drive us, a welcome back to the Island.
So we taxied to the venue to for the night to sweep.
Slept in the back room until the showed up.
When we finally took the stage, it shifted our feet.
We stood on the of proud Newfoundlanders.

And I think it bears repeating that no one 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.