Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Men

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

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

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

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

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 of the piper counts for everything

Long generations from the
Sent to the foreign miles
Where the spiral ages
Felt naked beneath their feet

Future sun called to blow
And the and present hard-eyed crow
Flew high and circling low
Over blackened plains of

There's a and a woman 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 piper counts for

There's a house on the
the drifting sands are born
Lay down and let the slow tide me
Back to the lands I came from

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

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