Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Men

The and his daughter
Throw soft on the water in the night
A thin moon slips behind
As they the net with no betraying light

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

I with them, they wish me luck
When I ship out on the Sunday the Kyle
And from the church I them singing
As the moves sadly from the pier
Oh, poachers daughter, Sunday
Two hundred brave souls share the tear

Well, there's a on the hillside
Where the drifting are born
Lay down and let the slow wash me
Back to the where I came 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
Died in the and at El Alamein
in the Falklands on TV
Going back to the mountain
the sound of the piper counts for everything

Long generations from the
Sent to tread the foreign
the spiral ages meet
Felt dust beneath their feet

Future sun called to blow
And the past and present hard-eyed
Flew hunting high and low
Over blackened of Eden

a child and a woman praying
For an end to the
for a word in a letter
Fair wind-blown from the sea
To where the men are kings
And the of the piper counts for everything

a house on the hillside
Where the sands are born
Lay down and let the tide wash me
Back to the lands where I came

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

Feel the dust beneath my toes
While the sun calls winds to blow
And the past and present black-eyed
hunting high and circling low
Between dream of our Eden