Luyện nghe bài hát Mt Wellington Reverie

You walk through the Isle of the dead
You can't lie in the guest house bed
There's a pair of black eyes down at you
From the mountain top, through y'r

The bunks are empty, your mates are
lasts an hour long
O warm bread, tea
The bastards'll get to me

But knows, somebody knows
Somebody always
a body goes

I one of two, we were joined at the shoe
When we thought to make our
So we shimmied our locks and we up a box
And we rode the thing the waterway

Now the Derwent twists and the Derwent
It's a thing with many eyes
O who'd have thought, at all or
That vehicle would our coffin?

So many souls, so many
So many souls in the
I me a little daughter and I left me a girl
And I left alone in that tired old world
O are they now?

I am one of a set to work on the land
A clearin' and and killin'
The best of us here has a clear
And he goes about it and willin'

We're them from the rocks
And shooting them in the water
And they're runnin' we're shootin' them in the backs
And we do it without a thought or

So many lies, so lies, so many lies been told
We'll none of us grow old
Not gracefully, not peacefully in this old land
In dreaming land, some demon's land