Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Men

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

And later on the coast road, I meet
And the old man a smile
And who am I to deny the right
To take a once in a while?

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

Well, there's a house on the
the drifting sands are born
Lay down and let the tide wash me
Back to the lands I came from
the mountain men are kings
And the sound of the piper for everything

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 to the mountain kings
Where the sound of the piper counts for

Long generations the Isles
Sent to tread the miles
Where the ages meet
Felt dust beneath their feet

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

a child and a woman praying
For an end to the
Hoping for a word in a
Fair from across the sea
To the mountain men are kings
And the sound of the piper counts for

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

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

the naked dust beneath my toes
While the future sun winds to blow
And the past and black-eyed crow
hunting high and circling low
Between mountains of our Eden