Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Men

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

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

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

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

Long from the Isles
Sent to tread the foreign
Where the spiral meet
Felt naked dust their feet

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

There's a child and a woman
For an end to the
for a word in a letter
Fair from across the sea
To where the men are kings
And the sound of the counts for everything

a house on the hillside
Where the drifting 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
Where the real men are kings
And the sound of that counts for everything

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