Luyện nghe bài hát Mt Wellington Reverie

You walk through the Isle of the dead
You lie still in the guest house bed
There's a pair of black eyes staring at you
the mountain top, through y'r window

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

But somebody knows, somebody
Somebody always
Where a goes

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

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

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

I am one of a gang set to work on the
A clearin' and fellin' and
The of us here has a conscience clear
And he about it keen and willin'

shooting them from the rocks
And shooting them in the water
And when they're runnin' we're them in the backs
And we do it a thought or care?

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