Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Men

The poacher and his
soft shadows on the water in the night
A thin moon slips behind
As they pull the net with no light

And later on the coast road, I meet
And the old man winks a
And who am I to fast deny the
To take a fish in a while?

I walk with them, wish me luck
I ship out on the Sunday from the Kyle
And from the church I hear singing
As the ship moves sadly from the
Oh, daughter, Sunday best
Two hundred souls share the farewell tear

Well, there's a house on the
the drifting sands are born
Lay down and let the slow wash me
Back to the lands where I from
Where the mountain men are
And the sound of the piper counts for

I did my tour, did my
I did all they of me
in the trenches and at El Alamein
Died in the on TV
Going back to the kings
Where the sound of the counts for everything

Long generations from the
Sent to tread the miles
Where the spiral meet
Felt naked beneath their feet

Future sun winds to blow
And the and present hard-eyed crow
hunting high and circling low
Over blackened of Eden

There's a child and a praying
For an end to the
Hoping for a word in a
wind-blown from across the sea
To the mountain men are kings
And the sound of the counts for everything

There's a house on the
Where the drifting sands are
Lay down and let the slow wash me
to the lands where I came from

Where the mountain men are
And the sound of the counts for everything
the real mountain men are kings
And the of that piper counts for everything

Feel the naked beneath my toes
While the future sun winds to blow
And the past and present crow
Flies high and circling low
Between mountains of our Eden