Luyện nghe bài hát Mist

About a gunshot there's a place that I long to be
tippin' with me old cock.
When the shit's all said and sorted, I to settle down and stay
one finger to the landlocked.
From the 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 I'd return, even if I had to crawl.
Something was broken and something inside me, triggered.

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

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

I breathed a sigh of the next time steppin' off the plane.
been 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 venue to prepare for the to sweep.
Slept in the room until the India showed up.
we finally took the stage, it shifted beneath our feet.
We stood on the shoulders of 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.
You're as 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.