Luyện nghe bài hát On the Border

The fishing boats go out across the water
Smuggling guns and arms the Spanish border
The whips up the waves so loud
The ghost moon sails among the
And turns the rifles into silver, on the

On my wall, the colors of the maps are
Africa, the winds, they talk of changes coming
The torches flare up in the
The hand that sets the alight
Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the

In the village I grew up
Nothing the same
Still you never see the from day to day
No one notices the slip away

Late last night the rain was on my window
I across the darkened room and in the lamp-glow
I thought I saw in the street
The of the century
Telling us we're all standing on the border

In the islands where I up
seems the same
It's just the patterns that remain, an empty
But a strangeness in the air you feel too well

The fishing boats go out across the water
guns and arms across the Spanish border
The whips up the waves so loud
The ghost sails among the clouds
And turns the into silver, on the border
On the border, on the border, on the