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

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

Well, there's a on the hillside
Where the 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
in the trenches and at El Alamein
Died in the on TV
Going to the mountain kings
Where the sound of the piper for everything

Long generations the Isles
to tread the foreign miles
Where the ages meet
Felt naked beneath their feet

Future sun called winds to
And the past and hard-eyed crow
Flew hunting and circling low
blackened plains of Eden

There's a child and a woman
For an end to the
Hoping for a word in a
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 drifting are born
Lay down and let the 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 counts for everything

Feel the dust beneath my toes
While the future sun calls to blow
And the and present black-eyed crow
Flies hunting high and low
Between mountains of our Eden