Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Men

The poacher and his
Throw soft on the water in the night
A moon slips behind them
As they pull the net with no betraying

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

Well, a house on the hillside
the drifting sands are born
Lay down and let the tide wash me
Back to the lands I came from
Where the men are kings
And the sound of the counts for everything

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

Long generations from the
to tread the foreign miles
Where the ages meet
Felt naked dust beneath their

Future sun winds to blow
And the past and present crow
Flew high and circling low
Over plains of Eden

There's a child and a praying
For an end to the
Hoping for a in a letter
Fair wind-blown from the sea
To where the mountain men are
And the sound of the piper counts for

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

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

the naked dust beneath my toes
While the future sun calls winds to
And the past and present crow
Flies hunting and circling low
Between dream of our Eden