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 moon sails among the clouds
And turns the rifles into silver, on the

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

In the village I grew up
seems the same
Still you never see the change day to day
No one notices the customs slip

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

In the where I grew up
Nothing the same
It's just the that remain, an empty shell
But a strangeness in the air you feel too well

The fishing boats go out the evening water
Smuggling guns and arms across the border
The wind up the waves so loud
The moon sails among the clouds
And the rifles into silver, on the border
On the border, on the border, on the